A jihad against The blonde bimbo dog bather

The blonde bimbo dog bather

it was an unfortunate event two years ago when we hired you.

first off, you suck at dog grooming. how many times a week do i have to cover your ass by gluing a dogs ear back to its head? "he shook it right into the scissors" you say. how does a SEDATED dog turn his head into a pair of scissors that you are holding in your hands?!

second, you are not a medical doctor, don't try to act like one. you spend countless hours rambling about autoimmune disease and vegan diets. antibiotics are the devil you say. "if you guys would be more like me" you say. if we were more like you, we would miss a day a week because of your chronic bowel problems and sneak the brownies from the back when noone's looking (yes, we knew it was you. i also saw you eating the remainder of my pizza last week, bitch.)

you don't look good. your hair appears like bleached straw in a waffle iron. cowboy boots dont go with scrub tops. your sides stick out of your tank tops and you muffin top worse than kirstie alley. yes, you lost 100's of pounds years ago, good for you. we still dont want to see your wrinkly ass stretch marks hanging down from your gut.

you think you always get the last say in everything... remember last week? yea, well i spit in your food fifteen minutes later after you sent me to pick it up, and i have mono. take that satan.
Declared by disgruntled vet tech on Monday, September 10, 2007