My travels took me one county over today. I seized the opportunity to stop at about the last little country grocery left in these parts. An elderly lady owns it, and I stop there maybe every couple of years. I've never considered in clean, but I see no harm in a soda and a bag of chips from there. I mostly just enjoy the fact, that it's the last of its kind. When I opened the door, a foul smell over took me. A big old black dog appears to be spending his days inside the store. He even accompanied her behind the counter while she made a sandwich. Even in that setting, I didn't expect to see that, much less the dog residing there.
Service dogs are becoming a dime a dozen as well. I know two ladies my age that have one prescribed for them to treat anxiety. They wag them things everywhere they go. I know it makes me an evil person, but I greatly enjoy playing annoying subsonic dog noises when they are around-------I'm prepared for the backlash from that BTW, I just get a sick pleasure out of it.
Service dogs are becoming a dime a dozen as well. I know two ladies my age that have one prescribed for them to treat anxiety. They wag them things everywhere they go. I know it makes me an evil person, but I greatly enjoy playing annoying subsonic dog noises when they are around-------I'm prepared for the backlash from that BTW, I just get a sick pleasure out of it.