08/07/2026
I've gone back and forwards about posting this because I've always believed that my job is to smile, be professional, and leave my own feelings at the door.
To put on the customer service face.
The "I'm okay" face.
But the truth is...
I'm not okay.
I think somewhere along the way people forgot that behind this business are people.
Not a machine.
Not just a dog groomer.
People see a groom.
A haircut.
A bill.
A service.
I see a living, breathing animal that someone loves more than anything in the world.
I see fear.
Trust.
Body language.
Behaviour.
Health.
Comfort.
Safety.
I carry the responsibility of someone else's family every single day.
And I carry it home with me.
People think that when the dog leaves, the job is over.
It isn't.
There are dogs I groomed years ago that I still think about.
Dogs that I still question myself over.
Could I have done more?
Could I have handled that differently?
Could I have given more?
And the question that keeps breaking me is...
What more is there left to give?
Because I already give everything.
My body hurts.
My mind never switches off.
I lose sleep.
I replay conversations.
I replay grooms.
I replay decisions.
I carry the weight of dogs that most people have long forgotten.
To you, your dog is one dog.
To me, there are hundreds.
Hundreds of dogs.
Hundreds of personalities.
Hundreds of families trusting me with what they love most.
Hundreds of expectations.
And I genuinely care about every single one.
That's the part people don't see.
This isn't about one customer.
It's the accumulation of years of carrying so much because I care so much.
People often say, "It's just customer service."
No.
It isn't.
Customer service is making someone a coffee.
Customer service is serving someone at a checkout.
This is someone's family.
This is handling fear.
This is preventing injuries.
This is building trust with animals that can't tell me what's wrong.
This is making hundreds of decisions every day that nobody even notices unless something goes wrong.
If something doesn't meet expectations, you get to go home.
You might be disappointed.
You might find another groomer.
But I don't get to walk away.
I live with it.
I carry it.
Sometimes for days.
Sometimes for years.
People think this business is about making money.
It isn't.
If money was our priority, we could work full-time for someone else and probably earn more without carrying this weight every single day.
I chose this because I love dogs.
I chose this because I wanted to make their lives better.
I chose this because I care.
Maybe too much.
So before you judge your groomer, before you assume they don't care, before you think they rushed your dog or didn't try hard enough...
Just remember there is a person standing behind those scissors.
A person who has probably already questioned themselves more than you ever will.
A person who has given everything they have.
A person who will still turn up tomorrow, smile, put on the customer service face, and do it all over again.
Not because it's easy.
Because they care.
Love Steph