Matt and I went to look at trucks today. We went to a car dealership that is literally like up the hill and across the street from the city house. While he was talking to this guy I did what I always do when I go to a showroom. I pick out the car I want (And consequently will never own) and press all the buttons and pretend it's mine (I like buttons.) So I sit in this GORGEOUS Yukon Denali XLT with the DVD player and the CD player and Navigation systems and TONS of buttons. Fix everything just for me, look in the back and imagine all the Big Paws I can fit in that ginormous car. Matt comes over to drag me out.
As I'm fighting him, with fingers clenched around that lovely leather wrapped steering wheel for dear life, I look on the other side of the show room and there's these three guys with a Min Pin in a really ugly sweater. I comment on the ugliness of the sweater and Matt says that he hates when people bring their yap dogs in the show room (They do it at his work all the time). I said I wanted to get Nee and bring him in and when they said something to point out that the little dog was there and if he could be there so could Nee.
It was at this time that a salesman deigned to come near the three guys. The Min Pin goes "RARARARARARARA RARARARARA!" and lunges at him. Guys laugh. Min Pin is on his back legs snarling at the sales guy who looks pretty uncomfortable. I am getting angry. I tell Matt I want to get Araby so she can eat it. He says No. Min Pin pees on floor. I said can we get Nee so he can sit on it and it will Die. Matt thinks a little longer this time and says no again. Sales man is really nervous and says he has to do something. Sales lady with over processed stringy blonde hair in a really poofy hair style decided to make nice with puppy (And steal scared man's sale). Min Pin bites at her. I am fed up. While Matt is looking at a sports car (That NO dogs could fit in, so it isn't even an option) I slip from his grip, write a phone number of a trainer friend, and of a Min Pin breeder I used to work for and go up to one of the guys.
"Here's the number of a dog trainer I know that's great with dogs that have aggression issues due to neurosis. And if you want another Min Pin, here's a breeder over in Amherst who's dogs are VERY sound in mind." I wanted to say "And there's a garbage can over there that would be GLAD to take that nasty sweater off your hands" but I thought I was pushing it as it was.
As I walk away the one guy says to the other "What's neurosis?"
