Tinker Tales - Sharing Tinker The Chow Chows Life
Chapter 1

 
At the time, I worked for a stocks and commodities information broker in Los Altos, Ca.. Now, if you're not from Northern California, you must understand that this city is reserved only for societies' most wealthy and influential, (at least that's what they appear to think of themselves) thank God I only had to work there. I think there's actually a city ordinance that everyone must drink their latte with a pinky in the air. Get the picture?
Tinker (maybe 3-4 months old) needed a bath and I saw a Dog Groomer's shop 2 doors down from where I worked. They were eager to take in such a cute puppy and charge me the corresponding $125.00 to groom him.
 

When they were done with a dog, they had wire mesh cages stacked 5 wide and 4 high to put the dogs into until their owners came to pick them up. The "stack-O-cages" was in the back of the store and you could see it when you walked in the front door. They had placed Tinker in the top center cage, over 10 or so prissy poodles, pampered Pomeranians and other Rolls Royce type seat covers. Now remember, Tinker was just a puppy and puppies bladders get leaky when they get excited. I walk through the front door to pick him up, he sees me, I see him and I sing out to him in an excited tone reserved for cute chow puppies. You know, they really should have put towels or something in the bottoms of those wire cages. Tinker peed all over them, not missing one stupid little bow placed onto any of their heads. True definition of a "Golden Shower".
 

I thought their tone was kind of "snotty" when they asked me not to bring him back as they began to re-wash ALL those dogs again. Good boy Tinker!
I'll end with this, 3 doors down from the "we're going to have to work overtime tonight" Dog Groomers, is a great ice cream parlor. At the same time I'm walking Tinker out of the groomers, a darling little 4 to 6 year old girl comes out of the ice cream joint, a cup of ice cream in one hand, her mothers guiding hand in the other. She spies Tinker, yells "look mommy...TEDDY!!!" and breaks free from her mom's grasp as she runs right to Tinker. Well, a little girl that age holds her cup of ice cream at just the proper height for a chow puppy to get his nose into. It happened so fast, I had NO time to react! Poof, one scoop down the hatch, Tinker didn't even sniff it first! The little girl didn't know what to do as she stood there with her eyes wide open and jaw on the floor watching Tinker's face crinkle up and ears go back with doggy brain freeze. Yeah, I guess they get brain freeze too. He always licked his ice cream slowly after that! I bought the little girl another cup and all was well.