Max is something of a celebrity at the Amarillo Petsmart. We walk in, and it's "Hey Max!" "How's it going, Max?" "Want a cookie, Max?" "Who's a good boy, Max? You are, yes you are, good boy, handsome boy, want to come home with me?"
We drop between $50-100 every trip in there, and those folks don't have a clue what our names are.
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Which reminds me..... Penny needs a road trip there tomorrow.
Last summer, I took her to a couple of the 6 week long puppy training classes, every Saturday. Her excitement for going there was so off the scale, she would get all jacked up before I even pulled into the parking lot. By the end of the classes, she would recognize the intersection where we made a left turn, by the Cracker Barrel. I would swear she new the landmarks as we approached PetSmart.
so, now you know who the "SMART" is in Petsmart....
vaquero viejo
Like me when I go to pay bills. Every one of the drive through windows has a jar of doggy treats and they know CGD and Legal Lucy by name but have to look at the bill to remember mine.
I know, right? The jar of suckers is right there next to the jar of doggie treats, but do I ever get one? Hell no. And I'm the one with the money.
well, Wise Angel One...take a lesson from Max and "wag your tail"....
vaquero viejo
(yes, I know i am out of range here)
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