A Flair for Style - Salon and Groomery OPEN

Dawson's pup is small. Smaller then when Dawson had been adopted. Not a runt, and not sickly. Just... small. Small in stature. Even to a bug though, he is a giant. A giant with clumsy legs and a big wet nose that can end the escape just as quickly. But all he's doing is following... stalking the bug. It interests him. Better then teething on anything he can get his paws on. The fox doesn't remember well on his cubhood for growing in his baby teeth. Rubber is a good teething item, but with growing teeth comes replacement of worn rubber. He recalls his young cousin tearing chunks out of his baby rubbers and swallowing a bit. That was a rough day or three, waiting for it to make it out... the other direction. None worse for wear, every fox present learned to a. don't give worn rubbers to the baby, and b. replace the rubbers.

Hardly used, really. He's got the notes down from the post disastrous work with the young worginu. The pen held in place by the pages he picks up, and writes down (poisonous, handle with gloves, muzzle immediately). Not that he wants to muzzle the little one if her cat master ever brought her back for another bath and brush. He's not been back, but then again, the shop has been closed for months on end while he recovered. Maybe once the winter months start up, someone will bring in their longer haired animal to be handled and trimmed. Won't get much practice beyond grooming himself and that is very different from the initial 'groom someone else'.
Drawing a breath through his nose and exhaling a sigh through his teeth, Kristofor closes the ledger on the pen once more. Glancing over at Darwin's progress of learning corners. He'll get there, eventually. At least he's not howling yet.

Something humans did that animalfolk don't is split their seasons into 'months'. Something he'd not understood until presented with a human calendar. Any incomes he had would arrive on a monthly basis, instead of seasonal, and that actually is a good thing or he'd be a starving boy right about now, feeding three dogs, Mira, Sirius and the bird on top of himself. That's a lot of food!
So he'd not had a customer since the dawn of summer. Oof. At least he'd had some dried food stored up, and the animals and he hadn't starved. But his income had dried up with the last month, so something needed to be done. Do some outside work so the credit flow would start again.
The black ant squeezes under the baseboard of the apartment and escapes the curious nose of the young hound. He bumps into the wall, expecting it to spit the ant back out.

-click-
Something pokes at the small gash in the wooden door, a sliding noise, and a falling into a pile sound of papers. The little houlou is distracted from attempting to headbutt the gone black bug from its hiding space, making a racket about NOISE NOISE WHAT IS THIS. Two things that don't mix well with puppies, he's found; new sounds and mail. Mail does not last long in the mouth of a puppy who doesn't know better then to shred it as a toy. Long legs carry the fox into the hall to scoop up the mail before Darwin can make it around the corner, as he's still figuring out how to go around the corner vs a straight line charge.
'must be for the landlord lady', he thinks to himself, examining the front of each envelope. A variety of sizes, including some books. No... no these were fabled magazines. Paper books about selling things.

Which is here too? The handwriting looks off. It is set aside too in favor of going across the floor to ask her in person. Kristofor's a cautious fox, with good reasoning. The magazine catches his interest, as its from supply and demand, the general store. He had most of their products on shelving downstairs for his shop. Oooh, that reminds him.. paper, paper... need a piece of paper. Flipping over one of the junk evelopes, the fox picks up a writing implement on the surface of furniture, scrawling a note to himself. Check the dates and shake up the products. An expired color changer of product does unusual and unexpected reactions to the hair and skin. Last thing he needs is to have his fur fall out if he ever chose to use the stuff on himself.
Woff waff! Darwin bumps against his legs while the fox is writing, seeking what he's doing.
4.0 Darwin
+1 Kristofor

There wasn't any sort of big difference in his opinion of how the shop should be reorganized. Perhaps update the listings of what products he carried for his customers? Over the months, he ordered thru another channel of person some specialized contest worthy shampoo and grooming products patterned in sakura blossoms. The scent reminds him of springtime when the cherry grove bursts into bloom for the spring. People's interest varied in scent, color and even how it made the hair and skin feel afterwards. Well, he's picky himself on what product he'll use for himself during a bath. Ok, so that was an option. Reorganize the inner storefront. Where the water came out of the walls he can't change, not without some help from the landlord. So furniture had to stay or at least get rotated. The ideas gradually come to mind of what he wants in term-ouch. Pulled out of thought, theres a houlou with his teeth in his toe.

'Gently'. The fox repeats himself although the pup doesn't understand his initial yips. The pup ignores this and snaps his teeth at the fingers again, catching the edge of his knuckle. Ow. Yelp! He pulls the abused hand back, licking the tiny cut. Glowering with upset at the pup, who licks his chops and wags his tail, looking like he hasnt' done anything wrong. Thats his problem. He has no sense of consequence. The fox however knows that it can only take one bite back to convince something else you aren't on the menu. A growl and he darts into the pup's space, giving him a not so gentle nip on the looser skin on the back of his ankle. ARF!?! Darwin cries out in pain and surprise, startled into tumbling backwards on himself. The fox looks over him like one standing over their opponent from the flat of their back.