YET AGAIN….IN TROUBLE

I went out into the garage and took stock of my gifts.  I got a bin for each stocking I am doing and divided the stuff up.  It was clearly evident at the end of this exercise which bins were sadly lacking.

I decided to head down to Millstream right here.  Its an outlet mall amongst regular stores.  And there is a Pet Smart.  I wanted to pick up a sweater for Molly.  Ever since we shaved her off she shivers and shakes.

When we arrived I grabbed a metal shopping cart. There was only one amongst the red plastic ones.  I plopped her down into the buggy and headed straight into the store and over to the dog clothes (shovel list shovel list shovel list).  On my way over, wending my way through a plethora of people with their dogs (a huge number of them today), I noticed something odd about Molly.

She was picking her leg up, way up in the air, slowly.  First one then another. It looked so odd.  Then I noticed her feet were going right through the holes of the buggy bottom.  OMG!!  It was the funniest thing.  It didn't hurt, it was just impossible for her to walk.  Up would come a leg then another and now and then she would balance on a rung then her foot would fall through.  It was so freaking funny.

So as I stood there laughing and watching her, a fat miserable woman pushed up beside me with a plastic buggy, proceeded to remove Molly from mine and put her in the plastic one, all the while giving me a lecture about why the store used the plastic ones and not the metal.  What the hell?!!  Its my freaking dog, she wasn't in pain, and I can laugh at her if I want to.  She wasn't unhappy either.  Her tongue was hanging out, big smile on her face and acted like she was playing a game.

  But this lady wouldn't stop with the lecture.  So I grabbed Molly and put her up in the kid seat part and told the lady she was fine.  Then she told me that Molly wasn't safe in that part of the buggy.  I got pretty contemptuous, made a not nice comment, something about how she should go and chew on a dog bone somewhere, and moved on.

I noticed that all the people in there with their dogs are an ilk all their own.  Which is perfectly fine..I understand that their dogs are people to them.  But they have to understand that we are not ALL in that frame of mind.  A dog is a freaking dog.  Love them all you want but at the end of the day they sleep on the floor, they eat on the floor and all too often they crap on the floor.  Now unless you live with a senile old human, or a brand new learning one, you only run into these scenarios living with a DOG!

I managed to make a pretty big dent in my purchases.  I still have to get a few more tomorrow.  Anywhoo, its now past, waaay past my bedtime.  Off I go.  TTYL

APRIL TOOK THIS A LONG TIME AGO

SWEATER IS TOO BIG SO I HAVE TO PULL IT UP INTO A LUMP AND PUT A PONY ON IT