Okay, funny story. Well, at the time it wasn't funny at all. It was the only time since I've been mobile that once I drove away, I pulled over into an empty parking lot and bawled my eyes out. Now that i look back, it was pretty funny though. This happened yesterday
So, my day started out with a lab. He was an average sized lab, about 60 pounds or so. Let me get the demographics down for you, I am a very small lady. I'm 5'1 and weigh about 110 pounds. Usually I can do big dogs up to about 60-70 pounds, because most of the time they help me, and I have a hydrolic table that lowers/raises to accomidate. Anyway, this lab I have to do gets up on my table, and I have to give him a bath/brush and trim his nails. He is as good as gold, until the nail trim. (seemingly) Out of nowhere, he rears up- bucking bronco style, as I am doing his nails from behind and hits me square in the bridge of the nose. So, I'm bleeding from my nose all over the floor- and the dog. I manage to wipe everything up, and him with a damp towel, and go to bring him in the house. (I will tell the owners to get the nails done at the vet) she isn't home and leaves me a note to put him in the backyard. All fine and good. Oh and I plugged my nose with paper towels, and it stopped.
Most of the time, I have complete control over the dogs, if I'm focusing on it. I was off in La La Laura land, and he decides "hmm. Let's run full speed over to that tree so I can pee on it." So I am knocked off my feet and dragged about 2-3 feet in the grass, on my knees. (I have a nice purple bruise forming on one knee). I need to learn focus more I suppose.
So, and I thought the day couldn't get worse, but it did. When it rains, it pours. I had a very elderly yorkie after that, and I was holding him on the side so I could do his nails. He was fighting me as well, but not very well, since the poor boy couldn't see very well. I take him into the house, and then I go back to clean the van and I smell poop. You know the smell. I check my shoes- no. I check the floor, nope, I check the table and the tub, still nothing. I think nothing of it, until I feel a bit of dampness near my side.
The way our smocks work is they have pockets on the front, so you can keep your tools in them, and stuff. The dog POOPED IN MY POCKET!! and it was squished and nasty! GROSS!
To top it off, there was a $20 bill in there. Cheap as I am, I got it out, and rinsed it off and hung it to dry... That's a lot of money to be ruined by a pile of poo!
See what we groomers go through on a daily basis. (although that was a very unlikely day. Usually I get kisses after they're done and back in the house)