Well one good thing, and it wasn't even good it was cute and funny, but whatever. I had to go to the bank which is like in the same Plaza as Petsamrt and of couse Nee is with me so of course we go in. They're unloading freight so palettes of dog food bags are every where and they're throwing the bags, so there's these loud slams and Nee is getting nervous. I keep talking to him in my Dip-**** voice, keeping my hand on his shoulder, and we're walking, looking at toys, and at leashes (Because his got stuck between the car seat and when I yanked on it I like stripped it, so it's icky now.) Well we turn the corner and there is this boxer sitting there, the most depresed forlorn look on his face, his head was almost on the floor. The reason? His mommy and daddy had tried out teddy bear ears on him. I bust out laughing, and Nee's tail starts wagging. he suddenly starts talking to this dog in these deep conversation tones, think of growling without trilling the "R"s. The boxer apparently likes what Sanity's saying and starts bouncing up and down. Like 3 feet in the air. So Sanity bounces and lands in a play bow and shakes his butt, which knocks over like 4 bags of dog food from the palette behind us.  Luckily he doesn't notice and continues to go from one side ot the other. We all laugh at our silly doggies. And go our seperate ways. Sanity fusses to me, "Maaaaaa we didn't get to DO anything!" In line to purchase a candle that swears to turn doggy odor into the scent of fresh laundry, a man walks a Chihuahua in front of us. Sanity starts to wuffle and wave a paw at him the looks at me and I swear to GOD he's thinking "Screw it it's not worth it" and plops to the floor with an immense sigh. We go to pay for the miraculous candle, and the lady goes to give Sanity a cookie. "Three cookies because you're such a big boy" I must here interject that Sanity is accustomed to getting donuts, bagels, croissants, lunch meat, cheese, chicken nuggets, and french fries on his good looks alone seen for 5 seconds from a drive thru window. Doggy establishments give him enormous hand made dog biscuits. He is a man of taste. THESE were buy in bulk little square generic dog biscuits. Sanity takes the three cookies, and spits them onto the counter covered in slime "Madam your cookies disgust me! I will NOT be returning to your establishment!"  He then stomps off to the automatic door as far as the leash allows and sits, refusing to look at the cashier. My dog is a snob. A giant hairy drooling snob. Irony at it's best.
