Its not Petco; its Petsmart.
There isn’t a Petco near us for miles, she says.
What difference does it make, I say, even though my sense of brand loyalty is abnormally high.
A man out front is selling dog food out of a baby stroller.
Why buy there when you can get it here for less, he says.
We go inside.
Who would buy dog food out of a baby stroller, she asks.
There is a line of toys stretching in the front door. Lots of sales. Good prices. Christmas ones and more. Martha Stewart. A little blue ragdoll beaver. A big ol’ gingerbread boy. That’s the one Musette wants.
I want the blue beaver.
We get him some treats as well. They are Christmas colored.