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.

Not us.

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.

Okay, sweetheart.

I want the blue beaver.

Okay, sweetheart.

We get him some treats as well. They are Christmas colored.

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