I’m in the post office and the lady in front of me has one of those tiny yapper dogs on a leash with her. The dog is dressed in a road-cone-orange vest of some sort.
I said “Wow, that’s the smallest seeing eye dog I’ve ever seen.”
And she turned her blank stare towards me and said, “Oh, it’s not a seeing eye dog.”
I didn’t expect her to get it, but the people around me had a good little giggle.
It used to be that you didn’t bring dogs into a public building unless they were a service dog. You had to be blind, or deaf, or mentally handicapped in some way.
Though I guess anyone who will let a teacup chihuahua crap in a $300 Coach purse could be considered mentally handicapped.
If these vapid fashionistas can drag their pooches around stores, I can too.
I want to get a red wagon and a St. Bernard and stroll right into Forever 21.
Just walk right in with a giant, flatulent St. Bernard.
“Oh, Bon Bon! Did you make a poufy?”
Somebody get a video camera….
Phil Johnson
www.RoadsideAttraction.com
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