310. June 1, 2010
Mae went to the groomers for the first time. We went to petco just because she really needed to be groomed and we didn’t want to drive to Wethersfield to go to the place Adam’s mom recommended.
The lady we left Mae with seemed okay, but she looked kind of like a meth addict but yeah. Then when we came back, two and a half hours later, Mae was with some other lady and only her body had been cut (not her head or legs or anything). That lady was gave me two pictures of dogs and was like WHICH IS YOURS and I pointed to the one that looked most like Mae, and she was like yes. YOU HAVE A PURE MALTESE. Then she ranted for like ten hours about how she loves malteses and people would steal her and she’s worth 2000 dollars and the Amish used to sell cocaine and now they breed dogs.
So we went home and had a huge debate about whether or not Mae is a maltese and it was pretty inconclusive but it doesn’t really matter either way. She looked funny though, like she’s wearing leg warmers.
ps It was raining like crazy god damn
