Ten reviews, including the grumbles

The price on the website is the price I paid. Winnie had two mats starting behind her ears and they brushed them out instead of shaving and charging me for the privilege. Booked the next one before I left.

Most places quote 'big dog' pricing that means whatever they want it to mean. Here it's on a table: giant, double coat, de-shed, $160, about two and a half hours. That's exactly what happened.

Mochi came to us pelted and I was braced for a lecture. Dana called it a welfare cut, not a failure, showed me the worst spots before clipping, and had her done in under 90 minutes with no sedation. I cried a little, honestly.

The de-shed is worth every dollar — my car is livable again. One star withheld because Saturday slots go fast and I keep missing them. Book earlier than you think you need to.

Cat mornings are the whole reason we come. No barking, low lights, and Dana narrates what she's doing so Juniper (and I) always know what's next. First groomer my cat hasn't punished me for afterwards.

They called mid-groom because one ear was matted tighter than expected — walked us through the options and the extra fifteen dollars before doing anything. That call is why we're customers for life.

Walked in for nails, waited fifteen minutes with a coffee from next door, paid eighteen bucks. The grind upgrade is real — no more clicking on the hardwood at 6 a.m.

Pickle's first groom anywhere. They booked him extra time, let him sniff the dryer before turning it on, and sent him home tired but happy instead of shaking. The report card photo is on our fridge.

Beautiful comb-out and zero drama, which for Loki is a miracle. Only wish cats could book afternoons too — mornings are tricky with my shifts. I understand why they do it, but it costs them a star from my scheduler.

Bruno is thirteen with bad hips. Marcus does him in a sling, on a low table, with breaks. They charge me the short-coat bath price and never once upsold a haircut a boxer doesn't need. Honest shop.