Shep

There I was, riding in the car with a new dog. My mother asked me what I wanted to do next, and I told her I wanted to take Shep to get cleaned up, and that there was a poodle parlor close to my house. Mom drove us straight there, and when I walked in, there was a lady who was just leaving with her newly washed and groomed poodle. The look of disgust on her face and the wide berth she gave us, told me what I might expect from the place. Sure enough, the woman behind the counter stopped me from proceeding any further with a gasp and a “Stop right there sir! We don’t allow walk-ins here and you must turn around and take that dog right back out that door.”