Have you been of the opinion lately that the human race is in a downward spiral of moral decay and abject stupidity? If yes, let me give you a little piece of free advice – Do not go to your local Petsmart.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no real problem with the store. They are selling products the consumer is willing to pay for. I suppose it’s the sort of consumer Petsmart tends to attract I find a little frightening.
Since I am blessed to live in a neighborhood with plenty of land where dogs poo pretty much wherever they want without anyone complaining, I suppose I should be more sympathetic to city dwellers who are required to pick up their dog’s poo and dispose of it themselves. (That seems like a lot of maintenance to me.) Anyway, apparently carrying around an unattractive plastic bag whilst walking your pooch is the height of bad fashion. Thank goodness there are people actually getting paid to come up with products like this:
The Poo-poo purse
One of the things I’ve always wondered about is, aside from the in-store dog obedience classes or the pet grooming services, why would anyone want to take their dog to a store? Do you need your dog to help pick out products that will best suit his or her needs? Answer: Yes.
When this post was in its early stages (while I was looking at stupid products for pets), I was hoping to do yet another delightful shopping with katdish post. But ever alert for possible blog fodder, I overheard a conversation that two women were having with a dog. That’s right. With. A. Dog.
Trixie-Girl was shopping with her “mom” and her “Aunt Susan” for a new outfit. Doesn’t she look thrilled? I wonder if “Mom” picked out that outfit special for the trip to the Petsmart. Trixie-Girl’s owner seemed genuinely distressed at the dog’s lack of interest in selecting a new outfit. Sort of a Stephen King’s Misery meets The Dog Whisperer vibe going on there. When I asked if I could take a picture of her dog, the owner (I kid you not) told the dog to SMILE. Alrighty then!
I would like to speak directly to the owner of Trixie-Girl for just a moment:
Trixie-Girl is lovely. She is a well mannered dog and I’m sure no one could pull off that pink dress with as much flair. But here’s the thing, she’s a DOG.
She doesn’t care about which outfit will look better on her. She is secretly wishing she were a cat so she could plot your demise without overwhelming feelings of doggy guilt.
While it may seem that I am being a bit of a hypocrite because I have been known on occasion to dress Buddy Love in a festive outfit or two, it should be noted that my motivation behind doing so is completely different.
Besides, he likes it. He’s told me as much…