Funny story: Just yesterday I was sitting down petting my dog Harley. I began talking to her like any good owner does. I asked her how she was feeling and what she wants for Christmas.
Now, you can act like that's all crazy; but seriously, I know you do it too. I continued to tell her how I had to get her groomed again soon. I love picking Harley up from the groomer. Her coat shines, she smells so wonderful (for about 24 hours, then reverts back to Doggy Scent), and if I'm lucky, the groomer finds some cute ribbons to place in her hair.
As I continued my vision of Doggy Utopia, the phone rang. I quickly looked at the caller ID which read: Pet Smart. That's odd I thought. I usually call them.
As I picked up the phone, I heard a friendly voice on the other end: "Hi, this is Julie, we we're wondering if you would like to make an appointment for Harley for her Holiday Grooming?"
"Holy Crap," I thought. Who is this Julie girl? Apparently some medium who sucks the thoughts from unsuspecting housewives. Frightened as I was, I quickly made an appointment with Julie. I began to tell her that I was just talking to my dog about how she needed a grooming. As the words left my mouth, I realized how ridiculous I sounded. Julie politely laughed, but I know what she was thinking: "If I have to call one more crazy person this season, I'm throwing in the towel."
After I hung up, I began to think about that strange coincidence....or was it? Maybe I need to talk out loud more often. Maybe I should just share my thoughts with my dog? What could it hurt? And so I began:
"So Harley, do you think Hubby will get me that Kindle this Christmas?"
Quickly I ran to the phone searching for the words Amazon.com on my caller I.D.
But aside from the word Pet Smart, it remained blank.
"Would I stop there, oh, probably not."
I continued talking aloud about other items that needed to be bought and/or repaired:
"So tired of the automatic doors opening by themselves on my car."
"Wish the food would actually rinse off while in the dishwasher."
"My house looks like crap, but boy does my Home Page shine."
"The account can't be empty, I still have checks left."
I checked the caller I.D. once more:
Mercedes Benz? (Nope)
Merry Maids? (Nope)
Publisher's Clearinghouse? (Not a chance)
And so I must face the harsh reality: There is a difference in going to Pet Smart, and being Pet....Smart!
The phone did ring again that night, but you know the saying: "If it's not one thing, it's your Mother!"