Malls And Us
We spent yesterday in malls. Here’s a mall visit from Dog On It:
We drove to the North Valley Mall. Bernie circled round and round a huge lot, finally found a spot. He was muttering to himself. Bernie hated malls, hated shopping of any kind. We got out, walked toward the entrance. Bernie stopped in front of a sign. I couldn’t read the words, but there was also a picture of one of my guys with a thick line drawn through him.
“Uh-oh,” said Bernie.
We went back to the car. Bernie drove around again until he found just about the only space in the whole lot that lay in the shade of a tree.
“Stay here,” he said, giving me a pat. “Be back as soon as I can.”
I was steaming, but what could I do? It wasn’t Bernie’s fault. I growled a bit, then leaned down and gnawed at my paw for awhile, felt a little better. Outside people went back and forth.
“Hey, Mom. Look at the cute dog.”
“Don’t go too close.”
“But can’t I pat him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m allergic.”
A word I hated.
“And see the way he yawned like that? Means he’s aggressive. Hurry up.”
First of all, I wasn’t yawning, just stretching my mouth, always nice and relaxing. Second, I wasn’t feeling aggressive: she must have been confusing me with hippos, ugly brutes I’d seen on the Discovery channel and wanted no part of. I watched the distant doors of the mall. Bernie didn’t come out. I lay down. A nap? Why not? I closed my eyes.
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