Over a three-month period, 12 groomers were cut (ha!) to one champ who captured the title "Groomer of the Year," plus $50,000, plus a $75,000 traveling grooming truck pictured here. No small bones, for sure.
The host was Jai Rodriguez and his Yorkie, Nemo. Please--you know they had me at
True entertainment value? Let me just tell you that estrogen-driven outbursts and breakdowns permeated every moment of this competition, and that was solely from the male contestants. Because where you have male hairdressers of human or canine clientele, you have d.r.a.m.a. with flair--the highest quality, off-off-Broadway, community theatre kind of flair. I was hooked.
Every week, contestants faced all sorts of creative challenges, such as grooming cats and sheep and grooming dogs from the local pound who the contestants then had to find adoptive homes for. Wow. This is a picture of one of those actual dogs. Yes, I promise that is a dog.
Segue: I have to say that this little "dog" got my heart. He is the most pathetic creatch-ture ever to be living. His hair reminds me of mine when I wake up. To prove this, here are un-airbrushed pics that my kids took one morning of my own "Groomer Has It" wake-up hair. Are you not stunned by my resemblance to the creatch-ture in the pic?
So I immediately had a soft spot for little "Mangy Mo." No, the real name was "Teddy." Because he's so lovable and all. Don't you want to just pick him up and hug him (once you're in a space suit)?
Saturday night, the competition came to a close when two highly animated men had a groom-off: 7 breeds in 10 hours. For those of you who don't have a lot of experience in washing dogs in mud sinks and blow drying them, etc., like I do, that's next to impossible. Why, that's the stuff that campy drama is made of.
But then, at the last minute, they presented ANOTHER hair challenge to the two finalists, just for kicks, and no, it wasn't David Hasselhoff's hair. It was a mixed breed challenge.
People, I thought these guys were going to spaz-out.
I found myself completely sucked in, rooting for the "little guy," from South-Central LA, as opposed to the NYC big-time groomer who thought he was all that AND a Coach purse.
Imagine my horror when right before the last commercial break, the DVR announced "We're done with this show."
"What?" I yelled at the DVR. "What do you mean? Who won? I must know who won!"
I had to re-watch the whole finale on the Internet to see who won.
If you don't want to know who won, look away now.
OK, it was the "underdog," so to speak, "Artist" (his real name) from LA. Yay!
Here is a 30-second sample of the drama you've been missing all season. Do not miss the guy who is a reincarnation of Martin Short as the wedding planner in "Father of the Bride."