"Oh, is this your dog?" Daisy couldn't help stating the obvious; as with many other things, fuzzy animals rendered her rather stupid, and Daisy cooed at the dog while scratching it's head. "I bet your charges are nicer than mine. The women there are awful -- to each other, their kids, their husbands, the other employees--" Daisy looked up at Hannah and she shook her head.
"Some women have even decided to get divorced in the duration of a mud masque treatment!"