I got Helicopter Parented by the Dog Groomer ...
I just read a blog on the Respectful Parenting site about a woman who got helicopter parented at her cycling class. When I got to the end of the blog I thought, "Oh my god, I just got helicopter parented at the dog groomers." At this point you're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about so let me elaborate. When I got back from my 5 week trip this Summer Hobson's dreads were really bad. I phoned the groomers and they couldn't get him in for 2 months. So for the past 2 months I have tried my best to bathe and brush his hair to no avail. The brushes were no match for that sheepdog coat, I would just have to wait until November 12th. Cue extreme excitement this morning when I knew he would finally have his coat sorted and be bringing less crap into the house. Also, he would probably be a lot more comfortable and I felt happy knowing that. I eagerly dragged him in through the front door of the groomers this morning because I forgot his leash.