Holmes At the Salon

January 30, 2010

When I checked email this morning I had an intriguing voicemail notice.  I returned the call — from 9:00 last night.  It appears I will be diving into a very messy, and very high profile, criminal case.  That’s what I do, you know — for a living.  So I called the woman who has been cutting my hair since 1981 and wormed into her Saturday schedule.  I figured if I was going to be bombarded by the media I ought to at least have my hair neatly trimmed.  Holmes’ Puppy Foundations Class was scheduled right after the haircut, so I brought him along.  He gamboled through Camille’s space, checked out boxes, met Ted (Camille’s husband) who broke down into baby talk when he saw the puppy.

Holmes had plenty to look at and someone to play with, but when the first lock of my hair fell to the floor, he barked, raced over and pounced on it.  He grabbed it in his mouth and ran around the room with it.  I think it was his first kill.  I love a dog who given lemons will make lemonade — every time.  Go Holmes baby!


  1. Lybertygirl says:

    Whew, I know what you mean Penni, I just had a sentencing hearing in a high profile case here. The defense attorney blasted my Presentence Investigation in the papers. He didn’t like that I found a bunch of violent felonies on his client in another State. His client, of course, failed to tell him about his past and then denied them – go figure (even with certified copies). I know his attorney is trying to do his job and trying to avoid a post conviction, but it’s tough to be accused of misconduct in a public forum. Ok, off my soap box. Good luck – hope your client is of better character than this guy. Be kind to your PSI writer (grin)

  2. C-Myste says:

    My life is so exciting . . .
    Hmmm, maybe I like it better that way.

  3. It’s a toy that smells like Mom — what could be better?

  4. Alden says:

    It sounds like a “hairy” case. 😉

    I’ll call you tonight with TDX stories. It was AWESOME!! When I left, only 1 dog out of 4 had passed. He/she was a beautiful Belgian Turveren, and when he/she located the glove, well, I’m surprised you didn’t hear the cheering in NM.

    I’m hooked. 😉