So who would be scared away by a Jack Russell terrier? Though I am not one is afraid of dogs...I happen to think dogs have their place...and a hair salon is not one of them!
Here's a bit of my hair-cutting history. Over the past two decades...I have visited three different hairstylists. First there was the guy...who was well-known in our community...and happened to have a shop in our neighbourhood for awhile. It was convenient...and he gave the best haircuts...bar none. But to me...an appointment is meant to be kept from both ends...and after being stood up twice, I decided to find a new hair stylist. (Who hangs a note on the door saying it is too hot to cut hair...please reschedule your appointment?)
Enter my next hair stylist. She was bubbly...and pleasant...and worked out of a shop in her home. The haircuts were fine...but I like to relax when I'm having my haircut....and she never quit talking...even for a moment. And so I thought I'd try someone new.
So for the past few years...I have been seeing a gal who runs her own shop...and has other employees working for her. I liked her haircuts...she let me fall asleep while she did my hair...and all was good. Until...the Jack Russell arrived on the scene. She had a new dog...and decided he would make a great workplace pet. He had his basket at the door...and stayed there during my first visit after his arrival. I thought I might just be able to ignore him. My next visit was one I will never forget! No sooner was I settled in my chair...then he came over to see if possibly he could sit on my lap. When that never worked out...he ran around at my feet...making all kinds of noises. It turned out the dog was sick...and said hairstylist needed to take a break to clean up the mess. Needless to say...it was not a spa-like atmosphere. I thought I would give Russell one more chance....and if he never behaved on my next visit...it would be my last.
Oh...oh...there he was at the door as I arrived. I think he quite likes me...since he tried for my lap again as soon as I was settled in my chair. And...though I had no issues with the haircut...I knew it would be my last visit to this particular place.
It's time for a haircut again. Where should I go? The guy with the best haircuts is still cutting...and the girl who loves to chatter is still in business...and then there are some one-hundred beauty salons listed in the yellow pages. But I have decided to choose none of the above...and am going with a blogging connection...just for fun. I checked out the profile of a new commenter on my blog...and discovered she has a salon in town. I'm off to meet Cindy today...and get my hair cut...all at the same time. How fun is that?
Oh...and if she has a Jack Russell terrier...I will only visit once!