I took the youngest hooligan to Petco yesterday. No, we did not need another hammock for the hermit crab.
I promised him, in some previous weak moment, we would get a dog tag and collar for his all-time favorite stuffed pooch, Humphrey.
So off we went. Of course we had to look at EVERY tarantula, snake, gerbil and bird that God put on this earth before we accomplished anything.
As we strolled down goldfish alley, an older man with a medium-sized dog was coming towards us. As we approached each other the man’s dog started jumping on me leaving welt-like scratches down my legs as he went in hyper-spastic-dog-mode.
It hurt like hell. I was trying to push the dog away and the man did NOTHING! He laughed and watched his dog turn my legs into a red-scrape-fest and said, “Hey, he really likes you”.
Oh yeah, I really care! It’s amazing I wasn’t bleeding.
Somehow we managed to get away but what do you think of that? He never once told the dog to stop. As he walked away and turned the corner he knocked about ten cans of goldfish food onto the floor. He looked at them and kept walking. Lame, but expected.
As we made our way around the store I saw him again. He was in the doggy-toy aisle. His mutt was now sprawled across the floor making it impossible for anyone to get by.
A woman approached them. I watched because I was curious if he would let the dog jump on her too.
The dog didn’t budge. She said, “Excuse me”. The man looked at her and said, “The dog doesn’t want to move, she’s tired I guess. Ha-ha-ha”. Funny thing is, he wouldn’t move his butt either and she had to turn around and go back the other way. She was more than annoyed. Of course I was intrigued.
Like owner, like dog?
Can your animal’s mannerisms actually mirror your own?
And what do your pet’s manners say about you as a person?
I’m telling you, this guys dog was as rude and thoughtless as he was. I bet they sit on the couch together burping and farting the night away.