A short story by Belle the dog.
So, my Mom and Dad often take me shopping. I think this is mostly because I need a walk, and they need to shop. So they try and kill two birds with one stone. Amazingly, dogs are allowed in basically every store that does not sell food in NYC. Bloomingdales, Bergdorf Goodman’s, Barneys, Macy’s, Chanel, Gucci, they all allow dogs! Even some restaurants allow dogs here.
For some reason, Mom and Dad tend to get nervous when they take me into an expensive store. In fact, whenever they decide to carry me, I assume that everything in the store must be pretty valuable. Once, they took me to Ralph Lauren when a big party was happening. There was free champagne, hors devours, a famous artists, and me! Mom and Dad even let me walk around (on my leash) as they window-shopped from floor to floor. Not one person seemed a bit nervous about my presence.
It’s not always so glamorous though… one time they told me they were taking me to the park, but Mom somehow became sidetracked and we ended up shoe shopping for over an hour! I can’t even wear shoes!
Another time, Dad and I were out for a nice evening stroll, when Mom called to let us know she was off from work, but decided to run to H&M to look for a new top. Dad thought it would be fun to meet her there. I thought it would be more fun to roll in trash, but Dad disagreed.
So, about 15 minutes later we arrived at H&M. Mom was waiting at the top of the escalator and we rode up to meet her. I love riding escalators, and I love my Mom, so I was very excited! I was shaking my nub the whole way up!
Right at the top of the escalator I felt I quick sharp pain in my back paw, but I was so happy to see my Mom that I ignored it and jumped straight into her arms. Mom and Dad talked for a while, my paw started to ache a little, and Mom’s shirt started feeling wet. At first, she thought I had a little accident. Please mom! Like I would ever do such a thing! But, then she and I realized her shirt was covered in my blood.
It turns out that the sharp pain on the escalator was 2 of my back claws being pulled out! I was not in much pain, until I was rushed home and Mom and Dad started examining it. This may come as a surprise, but Mom actually deals with these sort of situations much better than Dad. (Only because she knows this could never happen to her, and blood is one thing that doesn’t cause a major panic attack.)
Dad was about to throw up with the sight of my blood and could hardly touch me. Mom, on the other hand, was fine with handling my wounded paw.
Being the nieve pup that I am, I assumed the worst was over.
But, it was far from over. Mom and Dad poked and proded at my little foot all night, and then forced me to go the Vet the next day! Isn’t getting my paw caught in an escalator enough torture for one week?! I swear I learned my lesson!
Fast forward to a couple weeks later, and all is better. My paw is possibly forever stuck in a “hook em’ horns” position, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Now, if I can just convince my parents to not take me shopping again….