July 24th 2011 11:42 am
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You probably remember what happened the last time we went into the Petco bathroom with mom, right? Mama peed on the big white bowl, and in a display of pack unity I was inspired and pottied on the floor and Daytona marked the wall? We thought it was great. Mama... not so much.
Since then, mom has always done her business before we leave the house so we don’t have to go in the Petco bathroom again.
But this time she made a mistake.
She went by Starbucks and had a giant glass of sweetened green tea. She sipped on it while we did our duty as greyhound adoption Ambassadogs at our monthly Meet and Greet. By the end of the two hours, she had to potty. Bad. And she couldn’t wait to get home.
She knew she would have to brave the Petco bathroom.
She packed up our supplies and took us on a walk to try to empty our bladders. She hoped for the best and then headed into the store. Everything was going great. Mom was again sitting on the mysterious big white bowl, and Daytona and I were standing quietly with our leashes looped over the purse hook.
Then… the door bathroom door opened and somebody else came in.
Who is that??
We were so interested, but we couldn’t see anything!
Someone went into the next stall!!
We saw feet.
Then a purse.
Then jeans on the ground.
What's going on over there????
We had to see!!
So before mom realized what we were up to and before she could stop us…
We stuck our needlenoses under the divider to take a peek.
There was a lady sitting on another big white bowl.
And just as we were about to politely introduce ourselves, she let out a SHREEeEEeeEEEeeEEeeeEaAAAAK!!!!
And she pushed our faces away.
Well, that wasn’t the welcome we were expecting.
We both backed up so fast Daytona banged his head on the underside of the divider. Mom was horrified and loudly apologizing. (I’m not sure why. We were the aggrieved parties.)
Mom finished her business and we left the stall. While mom was washing her hands, the lady in the next stall came out and mom apologized again.
They lady was a bit shaken, and said that she wasn’t really a “dog person” and was just surprised to see us peering at her from under the divider.
She said she was more of a “cat person.”
Clearly we needed to fix whatever sort of brain damage causes people to like cats, so we turned on the charm.
We gently leaned on her and let her pet our ears. She commented how pretty we are, and how sweet. She even followed us out of the bathroom and into the store, continuing to ask about greyhounds.
She was so interested, that she took some greyhound info and a business card.
Then she leaned over and gave me a smooch, right on my forehead. She said that it was the first time she had ever found a dog she wanted to kiss. I returned the favor and smooched her right back and she laughed.
The moral of the story is:
Never doubt a seasoned Ambassadog. I have been working events for over five years now, convincing people to adopt greyhounds. Even if your small, ineffective human brain doesn’t understand my strategy… never doubt that I have one.
I bet that nice lady has a greyhound by this time next year and she will have been completely cured of her cat sickness.
Official Colorado Greyhound Adoption Ambassadog since May 2006
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Such good ambassadogs you two are! :o)
Glad you avoided a CATastrophy! BOL! Sounds like you did one over on that lady! good job!
CATastrophe!! Ha! Louie you are too funny!
Great job with the schmoozing, Coffee!
Woofs! Good job!
Way to win one of those fickle Kat lovers over to the true side of Dogdom.