|Barked: Sat Dec 2, '06 4:27pm PST |
|(Mika's mom writing)
Wasn't sure which forum to write this post in...
Today while I was in the mall, I passed by the pet shop. Usually I stay away from pet shops like these that sell puppies, but today I saw a couple standing in front of the puppies and talking to a woman who worked in the pet shop. I couldn't resist, and walked in.
As I approached them, the woman asked if they had any male labs. The woman who worked there (who shall be known as Ann, to make life simpler) disappeared into the 'back room', and soon came out with a little yellow lab pup. The couple began crooning over it and petting it, as I fought the urge to say something. Ann talked to them about how beautiful he would be when he was older, and how good he was with his littermates. "Well, what do you think?" the woman asked her husband.
"I've heard that a lot of puppies from pet stores get genetic problems," I suddenly broke in.
"But you can just go to the vet and have them checked out," the woman said.
"It usually don't come up until the puppies are older," I said.
"We have a 1-year guarantee," Ann said, staring at me with a cold, cold look.
"Most of the time the problems come up when the puppies are older than that," was my reply.
Ann didn't say anything.
"Well, I don't know," the woman said to her husband. "He is really cute!" She turned to Ann. "We were thinking of getting a smaller dog, and his paws look pretty big," she said.
"Well, who knows, he might be small," Ann replied with a bright smile.
Luckily, the woman didn't believe it. "Labs get pretty big!" she laughed. The couple then decided to go, with talk of coming back later in the week to look at the smaller pups.
I feel like I didn't do enough. Now they might go back and get a smaller pup, and what I said today wouldn't make a difference at all.
I hate it. I just HATE it.
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