True story - happened today.
You know the lady who LITERALLY drags her ancient little dog around Spanish Springs sometimes when the bands are playing, the dog with only three working legs, and the back left is non-functional? She walks faster than the dog can keep up so she ends up - I kid you not - dragging the poor thing.
Today I'm at the supermarket, and there she is, with the dog. Comes up behind me in the checkout line. Now mind you - I've recently had surgery to remove a malignant melanoma from my calf, and have only started walking around without keeping it covered, after 3 weeks of waiting for it to heal enough for that. Doctor says it's good to go but I still have a thin layer of ointment on it to keep it moist.
So what does that poor decrepit tortured abused dog do? It comes up to my leg and starts sniffing it.
Because nothing says "service animal" like dog-germs and fur on a healing scab. Of COURSE I said "hey!" to get the lady's attention. She doesn't even look me in the eye, and mumbles "sorry."
Sorry my left butt cheek. If you were REALLY sorry you would've kept your dog home. Or better still - allowed someone to adopt him years ago who wouldn't torture him every time you want to leave the house.
If you're that lady, and you're reading this, I hope your dog pees on your shoes every day until the day it finally is rid of you.
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