The pet store

We were in the Petsmart store yesterday perusing the instruction for applying cat claw covers. Yes our little refugee is declawed but only her front paws . We are finding scratches on our floor from her rear paws . She likes to run around and hide from us only to pounce when we pass by and we would never have her go through any declawing of her back feet so we are looking at the little slip on caps called soft paws . However , I digressed . There was a young man in the store with his puppy on a lead . The puppy was perhaps a pit bull mix so you could tell he would be a larger dog when grown . As I stood looking at the shelves of goodies with maybe 3 other people the dog had a large BM on the floor to the left of me . I did not see him but suddenly the air was filled with the odor . If you know anything about the inner workings of a puppy you know that their pooh has an industrial strength stench , so as the odor wafted down the isle and literally filled the whole store the couple on my right turned and glared at me as though I were to blame somehow. The stares were so intense that I started to wonder if I had indeed passed a silent but deadly without my own knowledge .I remember thinking I needed to find the restroom and check my drawers . I think we were all equally relieved to see the dog dodo on the floor, but I could not help but think to myself , " Puppy , I know just how you feel ." Well some poor employee cleaned up the mess and I hope didn't have to skip lunch , but the smell lingered until we were leaving the store . I was chuckling to myself as we left thinking , been there , done that , having dropped a stink bomb in a store isle and disappeared around the corner before being detected . Good job dog . I've been one upped .

There is that inner child in most of us Nanners and we just cant help finding this funny . I think it keeps me young .

This makes my brain start churning. Perhaps we could start some sort of new revolution to pass a law that would require all Crohnies to be allowed to have "service" animals with them at all time. We would never have to suffer those looks again. We could just look at the dog and shake our heads. And when we got home we could reward our puppies handsomely for taking the blame for our smells.

LOL X

Thanks for the chuckle. You are great at bringing humor into a sometimes frustrating and depressing day.

Zanne - I love your idea of the service animals. That would certainly take care of our public "outburts".

I love this one. My own mother used to blame a "squeaky door" we had in the house. I remember that one because a fellow came to pick me up for a first date and that was my mother's excuse, as I cringed. Funny...that was my only date with that guy. Little did I know I would become a crohnie later in life and have to resort to high-tailing it myself. Zanne...I love the service dog idea. Since I already have the dog, I wonder if....maybe a service dog jacket to snap on her as she already loves to go for rides.

Yes perhaps a little doggy sweatshirt with the name, Little Stinker on it. Reminds me of the salesman that was in a house trying to sell whatever it was he was selling . The door had a dog door in it and the man of the house sat on the sofa with his four hound dogs . As the salesman went through his pitch the man of the house would raise a leg and pass gas very loudly at which time all four dogs would beat a hasty retreat for the dog door fighting to get through all at once. Later they would return and take their places on the sofa . The man would raise his leg and pass gas loudly again and the dogs would beat themselves silly trying to get through the small door. Finally the salesman could stand it no more and asked what the story was about the dogs. Oh , that says the man, well my wife is hard of hearing and when she smell pooh , she beats the dogs with her broom . See this works two ways . And no C2 . I didn't add to the puppy smell though for a while I was wondering if I was to blame and didn't know it .

sure there was puppy poo, sure......:)