Meet Scooter

I'm a little miffed this morning. My person told one of his customers that it was ok to bring his dog in from his Jeep while he shopped. So, meet Scooter. Scooter may look nice but he came in and was like, "Oh, nice boney. I'll take that. " Then he was like, "Oh, nice bowl of food. I'll have some of that." I mean, come on now. Where are your manners, goldie? You're 11 years old. You should know better. He even had the nerve to growl at me. Growl at me! In MY store!

So you know what I did? I peed by the door.

Twice.

That'll teach him.