When we arrived, the store was empty. Perfect. The associate helped me put some costumes on Henry, none of which I bought.
Then....
In came three women -- an older woman and two teenagers. At first, the teenagers were normal, nice, whatever you want to call it. They were letting Henry lick them all over their faces (yuck -- do you know where his mouth has been?). Then one of the girls said, "Oh, I'd love to take him home." Okay, fine. You hear people say that all the time about cute babies or puppies. It's harmless. But she kept going. "Will you please let me take your dog home? Please?" To Henry: "Will your mommy let me take you home?" (Mommy -- ugh. I'm not the dog's mother.) "Can I have your dog?" Really? Who asks that? "Why sure, I haven't spent a lot of time, effort, and money on this dog. I'll just send him home with a stranger." Just as I was starting to think she was about ready to unhook his leash and steal Henry, they left.
Then...
In comes two women with a doberman pincher. The two dogs sniff each other out and seem cool with one another, then the doberman bears his teeth and starts growling at Henry. Henry, who knows no stranger and wants to be everyone's friend, keeps wanting his attention. The owner kept saying, "Don't worry. He's harmless." Yep, looks friendly to me.
Then...
Enter a couple with four -- yes, four -- australian shepherds. They were all dressed as Wizard of Oz characters. It was super cute. But these people were just a bit odd. They just stood there. Didn't look around the store; didn't talk to anyone. Just stood there. Then one of the girls with the doberman asks if she could pet one of the dogs and the owner was like, "Ohhh, I don't know. Approach him slowly." Why in the world would you bring your dog or dogs to a dog party if you knew that one or more of your dogs wasn't friendly? (They seemed friendly.)
Meanwhile...
Henry still wanted to play with the doberman pincher. He got so mad at me that he did the thing where he throws his paws out (kind of like how a kid can make themselves feel like dead weight) and started balking. He got his collar off. Awesome. Luckily, this has happened before, and so long as I don't panic, he will sit down for me and let me put it back on. (If it happens when CJ is around, he runs.) All's well that ends well, but I was still envisioning Henry running through the middle of the mall...
About this time, I decided that it was time to go, but that Henry was getting a discounted toy for all the trouble I went through to get him there for a little fun.
Then...
In
I somehow managed to get out of the store in one piece, and learned my lesson for sure: don't take Henry back there without CJ.
Happy Howl-oween everyone.


































