This won't go over very well-

Morning Chi

This won't go over very well- and will be less than politically correct, and terribly anti-woke. This is an issue that has nagged me for some time. It's this irresistible urge I have to scratch and bite people who drag their so-called ESA dogs into the supermarket, or into any other public building for that matter. Sometimes I will even wait near the exit door for these clownheads to roll their carts out to the parking area- to catch them when they look for their car.

Fortunately, I'm a cat. I soon lose interest in pointless pursuits. I have actual game to stalk. Besides, it's not about those poor stupid dogs, it's about their emotionally perturbed leash holders! They can be vicious!

It's not the trembling, fright-filled elderly folks, who desperately clutch ragged overaged poodles to their breast. Or leave their Beloved trembling pitifully in the grocery cart's child seat. No, I speak of the dim-witted, giggling, twenty or thirty-somethings prancing stupidly around with their prissy mini-dobermans, dressed in cute little blue suits with clip-on red MAGA ties. Bimbos parading together up and down the makeup aisle. Even more arrogant are the well-dressed, pretentiously successful professionally plotting 'somebodies' with their equally well-mannered Airedale Terriers.

It's not like it even matters. How casually can any of these people not notice the precious piddle by their feet? I often wonder if any of these folks really need any 'emotional support'. Especially those who are simply comparison-shopping for cheap-priced small brewery IPAs, or those thinking they might have to drive over to Trader Joe's to find a finer selection of proper bouquets of labeled wine.

I'm leaning toward the ragged poodle clutchers searching for WIP stickers and buying all they can with food stamps.

-Reyn

2/5/25

 

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This won't go over very well- and will be less than politically correct, and terribly anti-woke. This is an issue that has nagged me for some time. It's this irresistible urge I have to scratch and bite people who drag their so-called ESA dogs into the supermarket, or into any other public building for that matter. Sometimes I will even wait near the exit door for these clownheads to roll their carts out to the parking area- to catch them when they look for their car.

Fortunately, I'm a cat. I soon lose interest in pointless pursuits. I have actual game to stalk. Besides, it's not about those poor stupid dogs, it's about their emotionally perturbed leash holders! They can be vicious!

It's not the trembling, fright-filled elderly folks, who desperately clutch ragged overaged poodles to their breast. Or leave their Beloved trembling pitifully in the grocery cart's child seat. No, I speak of the dim-witted, giggling, twenty or thirty-somethings prancing stupidly around with their prissy mini-dobermans, dressed in cute little blue suits with clip-on red MAGA ties. Bimbos parading together up and down the makeup aisle. Even more arrogant are the well-dressed, pretentiously successful professionally plotting 'somebodies' with their equally well-mannered Airedale Terriers.

It's not like it even matters. How casually can any of these people not notice the precious piddle by their feet? I often wonder if any of these folks really need any 'emotional support'. Especially those who are simply comparison-shopping for cheap-priced small brewery IPAs, or those thinking they might have to drive over to Trader Joe's to find a finer selection of proper bouquets of labeled wine.

I'm leaning toward the ragged poodle clutchers searching for WIP stickers and buying all they can with food stamps.

-Reyn