Usually I'm a real guy's guys. I eat red meat, drink brown liquor, perform unwise feats of strength, listen to loud, aggressive music and other XY chromosome stupidity.
That is, until my dog is involved. Then I make a melted stick of butter look tough.
Thank goodness for Muttley Crue, combining my love of my dog and bad 80s hair metal. How couldn't I take my dog here!?
The two gals who run Muttley Crue do a *great* job. Previous groomers traumatized my little fella to the point he actually needed doggie Valium to recover from the abuse he'd endured. I've never had to medicate my dog after a visit here and he never whines in terror when I drop him off.
Grooming here is also organic and chemical free. What's good for the environment is good for my lil'pal. Even accessories like leashes and dog carriers are organic and fair trade.
For those not interested in turning their dog into a tree-hugger, the price charged for grooming is totally fair. My 35lb mixed breed buddy is in and out in about a half day for $50. Sometimes more if he's really ratty but $50 has been the standard most times.
There are also boarding services offered, which admittedly I've never used but would not hesitate to based on my (well the dog's) grooming experiences.
I'm happy to leave my dog in such caring, capable hands as those who run Muttley Crue. The places buzzes with the energy (and numbers) of a canine convention and my dog is almost as happy to be dropped off here as he is for me to pick him up and take him home.