...or more accurately, the dangers of being well known to Petsmart employees! *laugh*
The scene: Supplement/books/cleanup and housebreaking aisle, where I am practicing stays with Chandler.
Groomer: Chander! What a good puppy! (Chandler just got groomed yesterday, and apparantly behaved very well.) Does he like toys? (to me)
Me: Yes, actually he has one of those pastel sheep.
Groomer: Oh, you have to see this one, everyone loves them. (Leads the way to the toy aisle and takes down a loofa dog.)
Chandler: *sniffsniff* *GRAB* *CHOMP!* *tugtugtug*
Loofa Dog: *squeeksqueek-wahwah*
Chandler: *chomp* *chomp* *tug*
Groomer: Oops, he's got the tag off already.
Me: Well, I guess we're buying that one...