I took my dog into the pet store a while back for the first
time. She’s wanted to go in especially to see the holiday displays. She sees
the other dogs going in, and you don’t dare leave a dog alone in a car nowadays
anyway. So we went in. Well, it didn’t
go real well. I think overall she enjoyed it, but there are no rest rooms there
for dogs apparently, and she had an accident in aisle 4 and another one in
aisle 7. The bad part of it is that
aisle 7 isn’t even a dog aisle. It’s the bird aisle. That had to mystify the
poor clerk who had to clean up the mess.
I told my wife about the experience when we got home and she
thought I should have cleaned up the mess myself. As usual, I realized she was right.
After that conversation I felt pretty bad (the dog did not care), so the next
time I went to the pet store I explained what had happened two weeks earlier. I
even found the same cashier. I
apologized and also said that I wouldn’t let the dog run on his cashier
conveyor belt anymore while I read the magazines.
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