There is one area, however, where you've done some backsliding. I’m sure if I call it to your attention, you’ll start to improve. Ernest tells me that in the old days he could take a dog into almost any store or office and not be hassled about it. Now the manufacture of “no pets” signs is a growth industry.
A few people actually get rude when someone walks into a shop with a tail-wagging friend. I can’t even go to Ernest’s office anymore, although I went there for six months and was polite to everybody. I really miss all the sweet secretaries.
Now here’s the truly weird part: people run off the dogs that have protected them and their families for hundreds of generations, then they act surprised when thugs and thieves start hanging around. Hey guys, we’re all in this evolution thing together. Aren’t you supposed to be getting smarter too?
Well Ernest and I are working for change, and we'd like your help. We are voting with our feet and paws--and our dollars. When our former bank suddenly went dog-hostile, we were gone in twenty four hours and so were our accounts. And we let them know why. We'd like to share our favorite dog-friendly places with you and hear back so we can develop a community-wide list.
I may be prejudiced, but I have this idea that people who like dogs are nice about other things too. I'll patronize them even if they don't pass out doggie treats, though if they do that works for me. The main thing is to support businesses that remember who their best friends are--and give the others a clue that being anti-dog means being anti-dog owner, and that may not be as smart for business as they think it is.
product of ten thousand years of partnership between dogs and humans. Why we were just a bunch of scrawny wolves when we started hanging around your campfires. And frankly your ancestors didn’t look so great either, but we’ve come a long way together. The wolves have turned into magnificent animals headed by the noble Doberman breed. And you humans—well you’ve done the best you can. 