The man lounges on the couch while on his lap, back paws on the man's stomach, forepaws on the mans crossed leg, stands a small white and russet colored dog. The dog's ears are erect and alert, and he scans the sales floor with a look of ownership and concern while standing utterly still.
I compliment the man on his excellent dog, and add, "They're really making chihuahuas awesome these days."
"He's a rat terrier," the man informs me with a withering look.
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