Sometimes the smallest gestures carry the most meaning.
Yesterday was one of those days that reminded me how much this work is about more than just the dogs.
I wrote about it this morning.
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A short piece about the bikes I kept—and why.
If you ride, you’ll probably feel this.
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5:15am. Coffee. Quiet.
Something shifts when your work is seen.
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#DogGroomer #PetStylist #Dogs
I groom dogs for a living—slow, maintenance-based care.
I’m also building an embodied art + writing practice.
Trying to make something that actually feels sustainable.
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#DogGrooming #EmbodiedArt #SlowLiving
Some days don’t follow the rhythm you expect.
A quiet reflection on structure, change, and the dogs who stay with you.
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#NotesFromTheGroomingTable #DogsOfBluesky
The dogs are usually the easy part.
Something I was thinking about at the grooming table today—
the difference between the dog and everything that comes with the dog.
Wrote a little about it this morning 🤍
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#DogGrooming #NotesFromTheGroomingTable
Oh my God, so cute! 🥰
Just being seen without trying to become anything.
Love this. It’s exactly that—nothing dramatic, just quiet proof of what was holding everything together all along.
I’m noticing the rebuild gets gentler too. Less force, more return.
There’s a strange silence when your routine disappears.
Stranger still how quickly it returns—
the sounds, the movement, the structure.
Didn’t realize how much it held together until it was gone.
Back in it now.
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#NotesFromTheGroomingTable #CreativeWork #DailyRhythm
I used to think attraction was immediate.
Visual. Obvious.
Now it feels quieter.
It’s how someone notices things.
How they move.
What they pay attention to.
Intelligence, yes—
but more like awareness. Presence. Restraint.
That’s what stays with me.
Notes from the grooming table
Their energy dropped with hers.
It’s hard to explain how clearly animals read a room.
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Notes from the Grooming Table: Bailey reminds me trust is earned. Today’s spring color was soft, subtle, and just right for him. ✨ #DogsOfBluesky
Notes From The Grooming Table
The most dangerous part of dog grooming isn’t the clippers—it’s the walk to the door.
Uneven ground. A moving weight in your arms.
Inside, everything softens into rhythm.
Older dogs teach the rest:
slow hands, patience.
Still… that spark.
#dogsofbluesky
Rode my motorcycle to a tattoo shop this morning with a group before their ride.
They went riding.
I stayed behind and got a tattoo I’ve been thinking about for a long time.
Two words: Let Them.
#motorcyclelife
#tattoo
#letThem
#womenwhoride
#motorcyclecommunity
#arizonariders
Apparently my dogs are the world’s most relaxed security system. They’re all completely passed out right now, but if one single thing happens out of the ordinary they’ll wake up and bark like the apocalypse has arrived.🐾🐾
#dogsofbluesky
I usually don’t pay much attention to fuel prices. If there are multiple stations, I just pull into whichever one has the shortest line.
Today though… this one definitely caught my attention.
Very thankful my mobile grooming studio gets great mileage.
Notes from the grooming table
Anyone outside my mobile grooming studio would hear: music drifting through the windows and a calm voice talking through the appointment.
“Good girl.” “Let’s check this paw.” “You’re doing great.”
Dogs may not understand the words.
They understand the calm.
If I were a vampire choosing an age to live forever, it wouldn’t be 21.
It would be somewhere in my 30s — when the body is still strong and effortless, and you’re mature enough to be capable of real critical thinking.
What age would you choose to stay forever?
Demure is an interesting word.
Quiet and reserved are often mistaken for weakness, but sometimes they’re actually a form of strength — the kind that doesn’t need to announce itself. #WordOfTheDay • #Language
• #Vocabulary
Lately that idea shows up everywhere for me.
At the grooming table.
In my writing.
In my photography.
It’s all the same thread, just expressed through different materials.
Slow creative work has a different rhythm.
It’s not about chasing attention — it’s about building something that deepens over time.
Art, work, embodiment, identity… I don’t really believe these things belong in separate boxes.
For me they’re all part of the same life.
Slow burn. 🔥
