In one of my previous apartments I used to frequent a particular, locally owned, quickie-type market. Occasionally, I would bring my dog. They had no problem with me bringing him into the store while I carried him. In fact, he became a bit of a celebrity because the clerks would point us out when we came in, saying "that's the dog I was telling you about, a basenji" to other customers. I had the experience of a bit of teaching about the breed. many were appreciative, some were just jerks because "they were 'real men' and they had to have a "real" dog" UUGGHH! So what's a "real dog'? Made me angry but it was a 'quickie-mart' - how angry could I get?
Lucky Dog
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My son in Portland was helping his friend Erin move to a new apartment this morning. Her pit bull Adonis escaped out the front door in all the excitement and got hit by a car. His mom saw it happen and practically had a heart attack. Adonis was scooped up and taken to the vet for xrays, but all he got was a big bruise on his rump! Adonis is one lucky pit bull.
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Whew! Yes, he was lucky. I'm glad all was well.
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That is a happy ending! My SIL's boxer ran out the door one Christmas morning at the other SIL's house. We all watched in horror as she dashed into the street and ran INTO an car. She bounced off the passenger door, and seemed completely unphased!