I glanced down at the beast on my floor who is now pushing 90 pounds and smiled knowingly. I dropped him off and then went to McDonalds for a hot mocha. Picking up my order, I settled into a back booth, shoved my wireless headphones knuckle deep into my ear canals, punched on some soothing music and worked on my column for Sunday that's due today.
After that, I ran a couple more errands to kill some time. After about an hour and twenty minutes, I drove back to the grooming shop. She was sitting on the floor with a blow dryer, trying to dry about him. He wasn't happy and I could tell she'd punted way past her coverage, to use and old coaching metaphor.
I sat on the floor and held Caillou still while she worked for another 30 minutes. When she clicked off the dryer, Caillou almost dragged me to the front of the store heading for the door. When I settled up she said the charge would be what she quoted over the phone. I gave her a $10 tip and I thought she was going to hug my neck.
When I opened the door to the cab, Caillou almost knocked me down getting in the front seat. He's been my friend all day long.