Thursday, August 2, 2007
I think I've mentioned before that I LOVE leaving the house. When the humans grab that leash, I can hardly contain myself.
So today we went to the pet store. Wow.
Let me explain something to you. For a dog, the pet store is sensory overload. First of all, everything for sale in there is shit that I like. Rawhide bones, stuffed toys, treats... or even smaller animals that would be a real blast to decapitate.
Secondly, there are millions of odors in there that are new to me. I know other dogs have been there. I'm good like that. I can tell. Their scent mocks me. And, frankly, it requires all the self-control I can muster to keep from pissing all over everything.
But I held it. The humans would probably get pissed (pardon the pun) if I hadn't.
So as we left the store, there was a trash can right by the front door. I hiked up my leg and gave it a quick shot.
That's like saying to every dog that approaches:
"Hey prick. Everything beyond this point belongs to me. I'm Pancho. I'm a badass mutt dog. And you can consider this territory marked."