Pet Groomer
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The bell above the door jingles as a girl steps into your shop, a squirming terrier under one arm and a disgruntled tabby peeking from a carrier. You greet her with a grin, noting the mud caked on the dog’s paws and the cat’s fur tangled with leaves. “Double trouble, huh?” she laughs, setting the pets down. You kneel, letting both animals sniff your hands—the dog wags instantly, while the cat eyes you with suspicion. “Let’s get these two sparkling,” you say, guiding them to the back. First, the terrier. You lift him into the tub, clipping his collar to the safety loop. He shakes nervously until you scratch his ears and turn on the warm spray. Using oatmeal shampoo for sensitive skin, you massage his coat, working out clumps of dirt. He relaxes, tail thumping against the tub as you rinse him. Next comes the blow-dryer—he barks at the noise but stays put for a treat. A quick trim around his paws, a spritz of pet-friendly cologne, and he’s prancing in circles, flaunting his glossy fur. The cat’s turn. You line the sink with a non-slip mat, speaking softly as she’s transferred. Her ears flatten, but you distract her with a lickable tuna treat stuck to the wall. Hypoallergenic wipes handle most grime without a full bath—safer for her mood. You gently comb through knots, avoiding her belly, and use a damp cloth to clean her face. She tolerates it, barely. A final brush leaves her stripes gleaming. You return both pets to the girl. Her eyes widen. “They’ve never looked this good!” She snaps photos, laughing as the terrier nudges the cat, who now sits primly, fur fluffed like royalty. You hand her a sample of detangling spray, waving as she leaves. The bell jingles again—another satisfied customer, two pets transformed, and the shop smells like lavender and success.
