Till Death Do Us Bark
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Ahairdryer was humming as the stylist dried her customer's wet mane. It was pure white fur, ombed and styled with care. Hair dyes were sprayed on, leaving the guest looking funky with reddish and yellowish curls. Six assistants scurried around, serving the other clients awaiting their turn. Some wanted a wash and blow-dry, others teeth cleaning or pedicure.
If they grew impatient, these guests barked, squealed or howled. And the salon empl
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