Crazy Morning

Two days ago -on Wednesday- I arrived to work pretty much on time, although I thought I was going to be late. I usually park on the curb so the costumers can have the parking space, since there are not very many of them. There were quite a bit of snow. I almost got stuck but luckily the road is bit hilly, so I simply let myself roll down back unto the road. I parked on the other side of the curb where there's less snow. I took Yoda with me in my arm. Pepper was at home, to keep Scott in company.

I arrived to the door and it's locked. I guess the worker Cayla was running late. There's an old guy with a white toy poodle in his arm, waiting. We exchanged greetings and commenting about weather and the dogs. I got the text message from Cayla that she'll be late and was in a hurry. We waited outside by the door in the cold for a while. The man invited me to sit in his car so we can be warm while we wait. His car was leather inside which is lovely! We talked about where we live, and few little tales. He lives in Murray, grew up in Utah, his daughter lives in AZ, where he recently returned from, though he will visit AZ again for Christmas.

I got another text message from Cayla explaining that she's having situation with her mother in the hospital and don't think can make it on time. She tried to get a hold of the boss Tres White but no answer. I send Tres the text message about what happened. He replied that he'll give me the key so it won't happened again. Good idea. Then later finally informed me that other worker Sam is coming.

We waited for half hour. The man mumbled about having an appointment at noon so I offered that I can hold on to his dog named Angel so he can leave. He commented that he didn't want me to stand outside in the cold. I mentioned about my car. So he went ahead to walk with me to my car and put two dogs in. He asked me to make sure to call him when Angel finally in the shop.

The two dogs and I didn't wait long when Sam arrived and parked his vehicle at the curb. We got into the dog wash shop and I put the dogs away and trying to get everything starting with work. I was just about to grab the work schedule when I noticed Sam doesn't sound nor looks so good. He looked very ill. His voice sounds hoarse. I felt really bad for him. I was thinking to myself, "Better hope that Cayla will get here soon."

I busied myself with the dogs to bathe and groom. I was surprised to actually groom three dogs in three hours. Whew!

Aw crap, my mind seem to stop working now and it's getting late. Time for bed and I have early morning work at 9 am. Lets hope there a bad snow storm where work has to be canceled... I'll add more in later.