Our walkies frequently include strolls down to our village center. A quaint collection of about a dozen shops including our favorite pizza establishment and the ever tempting bagel store.
Oddly, amongst those dozen businesses, there are no fewer than 5 human grooming parlors which I reckon at just over 40% which strikes me as, well, a curiosity to say the least.
Shall I show you?
First up is Salon Alberto.
Alberto actually provides momma with hair trimming services. He's from a place called Columbia which is somewhere in South America (even further south than Pennsylvania).
Poor Alberto, he does try his best, but momma is notoriously inept at hair care. In fact one time she asked Alberto "why does my hair always look so much better when YOU style it?" To which Alberto infamously replied "because it SHOULD."
Then we have the mysterious Hair Centre 1, with access via this nondescript doorway into places unknown. I'm not so sure about this one. In all the times we've been walking here, I've never seen anyone go in or out even though the "Open" sign is shockingly displayed at all hours.
Then there is Keli's. A new place that has taken over the former home of the tattoo parlor. Keli used to work for Alberto, but then she vanished for about ten years to do human baby type activities. Now she is back with her own place (Alberto has no concerns, his clientele - comprised almost exclusively of "mature" ladies - is quite loyal).
For man humans, a barber shop (and also a spot to get all those legal documents notarized). I'm not fond of that barber. He is usually just sitting in his chair casting grumpy looks on all who pass by. Plus Master says he is a big gossip.
And finally, the Hair Spa. They should have checked with me before setting up shop. There's a new beauty parlor here every couple of years. The problem is that they always try to attract hip, young humans. And to be honest, the ladies and gents who come to our center for their hair grooming needs seem to be universally and decidedly not hip.
|Perhaps with a Black Dog at the entrance their business would improve.|
So, what do you think? Weird, I know.
In other news, after a five day, weather induced sabbatical, we have resumed walkies.
During daylight hours, no problem, but Momma says that after dark walkies remain suspended.
You might think because there are vast ice plains on the side streets because our town ran out of money to keep them clear.
|Reminds me of the Olympics. Speed skating anyone?|
You might also think it is because there are gigantic potholes of undetermined depth waiting to swallow hapless labradogs.
|Stay back, Momma! You don't know how far down that goes!|
But the real reason is this!
Harmless looking sidewalks where the road surface is easily discerned during daylight, but at night, one cannot tell if this is a shadow, dampness, or the dreaded ICE!
P.S. Did you see my new bling? It's called a Spot the Dog collar. Momma's been noticing lately how much she appreciates joggers and bicyclists who wear bright gear, even during the daytime. What with avoiding ice and potholes and mad drivers, there is always something to distract humans trying to navigate in vehicles (oh and also the blinding glare of sun on salt coated windshields), so she thought a little orange on the Black Dog couldn't hurt. Besides, I think it makes me look sporty.