My parents used to take me to the Duane Reade down the street. The people who work there loved me and never minded if I came in with my mom and dad. Actually, some of the women behind the counter used to come up and pet me and make a fuss (boy do I love women-rrrrufff). But…not now! Now, they don’t even let me in. When I go there with my parents, they make sure I’m left outside, and there is even a sign on the door saying that we dogs can’t go in. Sometimes I see them let the little dogs in the store with their owners, and I’m always sad and confused because I don’t understand? I’m always very well behaved (i swear, you can ask anyone), but I have just come to realize, that I guess they like the little dogs better than big ones…’sigh, oh well.
I miss my Duane Reade friends…but hopefully I will be able to see them again soon.