My Poor Parenting Extends to the Dog

Today my dog got kicked out of the groomer.

I feel, I think, much the way that one would feel were their child to get kicked out of preschool: You realize that your kid is a total hellion sometimes, and you are embarrassed and question your parenting, but you also expect that a place whose BUSINESS it is to deal with children could...well...DEAL with children.

Aren't dog grooming places equipped to handle dogs that bite? Especially when they have known this dog for a year and I openly discuss her bitey-ness and her nasty poodle attitude at EVERY dropoff? And can a 6-pound dog bite through a muzzle? Because that is what they tried to tell me. I'm not sure if I'm more annoyed with the groomer or the dog. What I AM sure of is that I have a ridiculous looking, half-shorn, smug little wench that dropped tufts of cut gray hair all over the seat of my car when I took her home today. She has alot of nerve, that one.

In news of Superman, things have been going....well, they've been going. He takes anxiety medication now in addition to the ADD med. He's been doing much better at getting his work done at school, and he's got a really great teacher this year. She's really good about communicating with me and I feel like she genuinely cares about him. A few weeks ago I was talking to her and she said, "You're SUCH a good mom," and so I promptly burst into tears. Guess you could say I've been taking everything pretty hard lately.

Superman follows me around the house chattering away like a monkey, most of the time. He came into the closet with me the other day and said, "Mommy, when I have a computer of my own, I'm going to have a password. And I will tell you what it is." So I bite: "Oh really? What will it be?" "S-MAN ROCKS!" skip a beat, "Most of the time. Except when I have incompletes..."

Our cat Nicki sits in the hallway and meows like a siren when she wants attention. Instead of waddling her fat cat ass into the living room to sit with us, she wants someone to come and join HER. Needless to say, this can get very annoying. At dinner the other night, Superman was telling Best Fella that he didn't want him to have to work late, that he wanted him to be HERE, at HOME. When Best Fella asked why, he said, "I just want you to be here all the time, so you can say, 'SHUT UP NICKI!' to the cat when she meows." Best Fella and I appreciated this, but I'm pretty sure Nicki did not. I'm just speculating, of course,but she left a trail of cat barf in the office for the next couple of days.