April 28, 2013
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The World’s Worst Story
This morning Cheryl was detected wearing shoes (a sign!) carrying her camera bag/purse (a sign!) and holding keys in her hand (a double sign!) and Annie dashed outside, shouting, Riley, she’s going! We get to go!
Omigod! Omigod! Riley rushed into the house, running sideways as often as he ran forward in his enthusiasm, we’re going, we’re going, we are go dogs and we are going with Cheryl!
And we all got into the car and we went.
We went to the credit union, punched some buttons and stared intently at a machine that gave us some paper.
We did not get any treats.
Then we went to a store.
Omigod, a STORE! We’re going to a STORE! Holly lives in a store! We meet dogs in Holly’s store! This is just the best trip ever!
Except Cheryl said that ugly word, that profanity that we would just as soon never hear again. And she said it more than once: she said, “No .”
And she went in alone.And she stayed there.
And stayed there.
And stayed there.
And stayed there.
This happens to me all of the time, Riley said.
Well, Annie huffed, I don’t like it.
And then Cheryl came out of the store, got into the car, and we drove home.
Stopped in our own garage. Got out of the car. And we were home.
This is NOT the proper adventure of a go dog.
I can’t handle this, Riley said, I’m going outside.
It’s awful.
