Today is take your dog to work day and since every day is take your dog to work day for me, I wanted to highlight someone who has created her own work environment outside her home and incorporated a space for her dog so that he can join her there too.I’ve known Lindsay for a long time. She helps me feel young by covering up my gray hair. We’ve had a standing appointment for years, the only thing that has changed is the frequency as I get a little older.
I’ve watched her grow in her career through her promotions, salon changes, and partnership. This year, she took the brave step of opening her own shop, and it’s wonderful!The space is light, bright and welcoming, and has a cool, relaxed vibe. Capone is the shop dog. He casually strolls around, sometimes greeting clients and sometimes sleeping through new arrivals. He has his bed situated by the window and may occasionally be found sprawled out on the couch. Linmay Studio is at the top of my favorites list as a place to sit back and relax. The mood is always friendly and I feel so pampered when I’m there.A few weeks ago, Lindsey had a special event to introduce Chad, her newly hired stylist, to her clients and she invited Maisie and me to stop by. I have never brought Maisie with me to one of my appointments, I respect the fact that this is Capone’s place and when I’m there, it’s my time for me, I enjoy the break from keeping a well behaved dog by my side. Since Maisie is always eager to check out a new place and meet new friends, I brought her along as my sidekick for the event.Maisie and Capone got along beautifully, although he did try to claim me as one of HIS people which was pretty funny. We had a nice time sipping Mimosa’s (just for me of course) and Maisie made herself right at home. I admire Lindsay for following her dream and creating this space. She had a vision, and took a leap of faith to make it happen! I look forward to many more years of “me” time with Lindsay and her shop dog Capone.
Saturday was bath day, it had been several weeks since their last bath and I was itching to get them both in the tub and cleaned up.
We put in a dog shower last year. It’s in a big open area in the basement. We really needed it because Annie had skin conditions that required weekly allergy bath treatments and she hated going into small spaces. I was giving her treatments in the kitchen with lots of towels and a bucket which is not a good way to wash a large dog! (We brought her home in the middle of winter, bathing her outside was not possible.)
Maisie has always loved a bath. She knows when we return from the beach, we go straight to the basement and get in the shower. (The old shower was a tiny, concrete space squeezed into the corner of very small, dark, creepy basement bathroom.) She’s been doing that since she was a puppy and she adapted immediately to the new shower once it was finished. Now when she hears the water running down there she goes right down and hops in. Annie is more reluctant and needs a bit of coaxing.
I had been running the water to get the temperature right and when I turned and looked, there was Maisie, sitting pretty and waiting for her bath.I went to find Annie and she was lying at the top of the basement stairs, watching and listening but not terribly eager to head downstairs for her spa day.
I got her to follow me, but it took a lot of coaxing to get her in the shower. I don’t force her into anything, but I do hold onto her so she won’t run away and eventually she will get in when she’s ready. This time took a little longer, I think because it had been a while since we had done this, and at one point I got in there with Maisie in an effort to get her to follow me. That didn’t work since there isn’t really enough room for all three of us and Annie just stood there staring at me like I was a fool. Once I awkwardly crawled out and got back down beside her, she let out a moan and then climbed in. If she could have rolled her eyes at me, I think she would have.
Once they were both in, I washed Annie and quickly dried her to get most of the water out and then let her hop down. I then turned my attention to Maisie and got her washed and dried. She’s a lot easier because she will stand and turn when I ask her to so I can get both sides done without too much effort. Maisie really doesn’t like the dryer, but this time she put up with it for about 45 minutes which is a record for her and she was pretty close to dry by the time she hopped down.
Annie had run away and was resting in the “safe zone” by the couch, but after about 10 minutes I felt a nudge and there she was, watching me dry Maisie. I think she came back for moral support and she plopped down right there and waited till we were done. They have bonded so well, Maisie always gets in the tub with Annie and now Annie came back and was nearby while Maisie was tolerating the dryer. Sweet sisters, taking care of each other!
They will get their brush out and trim today, we were all exhausted and ready for a nap…
I would win a huge lottery and have so much money I could pay off all of my debts and buy the Haunted Mansion.
There is a house in town that looked abandoned for years. It is huge and was once owned by Oscar Mayer, yes, that Oscar Mayer the hot dog man. It was covered in vines, had tarps all over the roof and was pitch dark when we drove by at night. It’s not really my style, I like old Victorians and we happen to live in an old Victorian that my husband and I have painstakingly restored over the years. But…there is something about this place that always grabbed my attention and I have always called it the Haunted Mansion.
A couple of years ago it went on the market, apparently by court order. Given the condition, it was severely under market value, but it easily needed a million dollars in restoration. Maisie and I would walk by, I would take pictures and send them to my kids saying things like “what do you think”, “perfect place for the future” and “my next project”. I was very close to calling a good friend who is a realtor, just so I could get inside and drool for a couple of hours. There is something about an old, run down and neglected home that really gets my blood flowing. Again, let me be clear, this was TOTAL fantasy. A really great fantasy.
I couldn’t get it out of my mind and I had all kinds of design plans. The 3rd floor was a big open space that was originally a ballroom, very common for mansions of the Gilded Age. I would make it the perfect play space for grand-children (still many years away) with climbing toys, a trampoline and shatter proof windows so that the flying hockey puck, lacrosse ball or other projectile wouldn’t cause any damage. For the record, I have restored all of the original windows in my house by myself. I would always choose to keep the original frames, just replace the glass on the 3rd floor only—again, in my fantasy.
It’s 2 blocks from the lake and beach, so even though it doesn’t have a view it is still pretty much a beach house. It is so huge that I could still have formal and casual living spaces. There would be enough bedrooms and beautifully restored bathrooms for as many family members or friends that we would want to invite for a stay. I could even dedicate one to be a bunk room for sleep-overs. (I am planning on entertaining lots of little kids in the future). Best of all, I could create a large dog room that would house the crates, have my dream doggie shower (which we actually did install in our current house, that’s a different post) and a grooming room with a central vac and ventilation to suck up all of the hair. Pretty great, right?
The house is built on a double lot—I would guess each lot to be about 50 feet wide by 200 feet deep. The house pretty much takes up one whole lot, so the yard space is the second huge lot off to the side. This is the best part, I pictured a huge glass solarium with a built-in pool! Heated year round of course, with an enclosed walkway leading to the house. There would also be room for a sport court. As far as fantasies go, I think this is a pretty good one but everyone I shared it with looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I am perfectly aware that this was completely unrealistic but geesh, can’t a girl dream without being faced with a grimace?
Someday I’ll win the lottery and I’ll show those naysayers. There’s a different house I have my eye on now, it is across the street from the beach with 180 degree lake views. The dog beach is ½ block away and we could watch the 4th of July fireworks from our front porch. Of course I should probably start playing the lottery if I have any chance of making that happen.
P.S. The Oscar Mayer Mansion was purchased by people willing to spend the money necessary to do a pristine, historic preservation. It’s now back on the market, waiting for a family to appreciate this beautifully restored house.
We have been taking Maisie to the beach almost every weekend since she was old enough to go. She loves it there, rain or shine, hot or cold, it is one of her favorite things to do and she knows when it’s time for another beach day. She can tell by the way we are dressed and how long we sit and drink our coffee, a trip to the beach is on the morning list. Before we got Annie, she would head straight for the basement shower when we got home and patiently wait for all of the sand to be washed away.
To say this shower is rustic, is probably being kind. There is nothing fancy about it and the opening is about 24″ wide. The best way to get her clean was to get in there with her because there is no way to reach her otherwise. The sink is right next to the shower opening so you need to squeeze by the sink to get into the shower. Really, the whole thing needs to be torn out and reworked, but for dog washing purposes and the occasional teenage boy sleepover it served the purpose.
When we brought Annie home I knew that there was no way she would go in there. She didn’t like small spaces or doorways and this was the tiniest space in the house with the most narrow doorways. We had to figure out an alternative because in order to treat and control her itchy skin, she needed twice weekly medicated baths. The tiny shower just would not work!
My best ideas come to me in the middle of the night, and that’s when I found a solution. Shortly after we moved into this house we relocated the laundry machines from the basement to the second floor. Left behind was a huge 48″ cast cement double sink that we were using mainly to wash paint brushes. Talk about wasted space! If we removed the sink, we could build a shower base 20″ off the floor and the drain and water supply lines could stay in the same place. When I said to my husband “I have an idea”, as usual, he was completely willing to put in the work to make my vision come true.
The deep mop sink, which was found on a bargain website, gets filled with soapy water and then we use a submersible pump and hose to lather them up. ( Annie’s foster dad gave us that brilliant idea when he gave her a bath the day we picked her up.) We got tile from the tile discount warehouse nearby and a rolling cart to tuck into the corner that houses my supplies, towels, and the dryer.
Chris built a rolling step with locking casters that stores underneath the base. Maisie jumps right up without the step but Annie uses it so that she can easily walk in when it’s bath time. It also works well with the grooming table (Maisie despises the grooming table, Annie stands patiently like it’s no big deal).
I hung pictures of all of our dogs all around the room but the 3 Princesses each have a place of honor right over the rolling cart. Bailey in the snow, Maisie at the beach and Annie in our backyard.
We didn’t intend on bathing them together but one day Maisie decided to jump in with Annie and they both fit so we went with it. We also blow off a lot of the water with the dryer before they get down. It keeps the hair and water contained and then I can move them one at a time to the grooming table if we are doing a full groom. (This doesn’t happen after every bath, only when I’m feeling especially motivated).
Once they are completely dry they get a full brush out and trim.
No more climbing in the shower with the dogs, we can now easily reach them to wash and rinse.
Voila, a fabulous area to wash the dogs and sweet-smelling pooches as the final result!