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I went to school for dog training and to groom I wanted to be the best mistakes, in this field, there is no room, and your always put to the test, My teachers, they were hard on me, The speaches, on equipment and safety, learning all the different hair cuts, to give these wonderful mutts, each dog, different, a little bit, It took me a while, I have to admit, they all have to look great, you can't run late, sometimes a dog will get a nick, you have to know what to do, and you can't panic, cause dogs, they feel through you, but at the end of the day, when the dogs look soooooo good, would I go through it all again? why yes, I suppose I would. ,

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