What a hoot!

We have Great Horned owls calling to each other outside our home as I type this. I tried recording them but my phone kept picking up the noise of traffic more than the birds which is weird since I heard the owls through my glass slider. Damn low frequency. So instead, I found you this exact replica of what I am hearing. The perfect ending to a not so shabby day.

Speaking of, my day kicked some serious ass. I was given a substantial raise today because "D had no idea you were going to be as good as you are. She thinks you are a really great groomer, probably even better than J." D is my boss. J is the head groomer. I am the girl kicking dog hair ass with scissors and a smile. I have been working with the animals that "need two people" or are "hard to do" or simply have something ominous written on their card like "CAUTION" or "BITES". Needless to say, none of the dogs take two people, none are hard to do and the only time I felt even the slightest bit of caution was when other people started grabbing at the dog and fucking up my flow causing the dog to panic. These poor dogs. They don't bite. They don't even want to bite. They are just anticipating pain and then restraint and force when they try to say they hate what is happening. Perfect body language and nothing but straight up fear from being manhandled and told they are bad. Again, I hope hell is a personal type place where you get back every shitty thing you have ever done to another being. I get a little nervous about my own plight but it's not like I have ever forced anything or anyone into submission through measures that were brutish at best. It's just not necessary. I would go into the dogs and how it went (and why it went) but it would take a heavy lead in and have you looked at the time? Night night.