"I love the dog, I just don't like her," I heard the cashier say as I walked away. I want to do a seminar for people, sometimes: "Guess what? Not out of earshot."

She was griping because she had tried to con me into getting a harness. She was just out of reach and my dog starts pulling towards her, because he knows what's going to happen next. The lady comes around the counter, bends down, DOESN'T EVEN ASK ME, and starts petting my dog.

Thanks a lot, lady. If you ignore him, HE STOPS PULLING!

Then, she's all "Has anyone told you to get him a harness... so, you know... he doesn't break his poor little neck". I'm like I'M GUNNA KILL YOU, but instead I say, "Yes. Yes they have" and because I'm tired and they HAVE. EVERYONE HAS! Everyone thinks the dog is going to choke to death just because he had a simple flat nylon collar on! I said, "A lot of people have told me, and I'm not going to get one."

So, off I go to shop and hear her griping about me the moment I get out of 'earshot'. Then, I come back and I finally have all my stuff and she says:

"Are you interested in training? You know.. because."

"No... no we are already in training," I tell her. IF IT WEREN'T FREAKING OBVIOUS! OF COURSE WE'RE IN TRAINING. THAT'S WHY I'm DRAGGING MY IDIOT DOG WITH ME INSTEAD OF LEAVING HIM AT HOME SO I CAN SHOP IN PEACE!

We finally check out and we are out of the store. Hallelujah! Fresh free air and- Sprocket stops pulling on his leash...

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