The other day, I entered my gym's lobby and saw a petite woman in her cute Juicy Couture sweats, her big sunglasses, oversized purse and kicky heels standing with a mangy little chihuahua-type thing. Another woman was recoiling, fanning the air in front of her face and making a disgusted face. Lady with dog was apologizing profusely.
At first, I thought the second lady was allergic to dogs, but then the overwhelmingly grotesque smell hit me. The little rat-dog had pooped on the ground! At the gym! And the dog-lady had no plastic bag or any other means to clean up her pooch's mess. Sick.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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