So, I was at the Irvine Spectrum the other day, and what did my eyes amaze me with but a woman with her dog in a baby stroller whilst she restrained her child on a leash!
It was definitely a “I wish I had my camera” moment.
But you know you have seen it.
The women taking their morning jogs with their baby strollers and you ask what the baby’s name is and they say, “Muffin”, and you think, “OK, celebrities are naming their kids Apple, Blanket, and even Moon Unit these days so its just the in thing to do.”
Then you go to say “Coochie, choocie, coo,” and it turns into, “My, what a hairy baby you have.”
Now, my husband is from England, where dogs walk, run, chase sticks, and do all those normal dog things.
They are not dressed up, their nails are not painted, and there are definitely no doggie couture stores in sight.
So the other day we run into a nice lady with a little Shih Tzu (same as ours), in a baby stroller. And my husband goes up to the stroller and says, “Awww what a cute dog, what’s wrong with its legs?”
Of course I am pulling on his shirt thinking, “Shhh honey.”
The lady says, “Oh, he has little legs and doesn’t like to walk.”
Of course, my husband goes on to say, “ He is a dog.”
And it goes on…
Lady: “Well, he will get dirty.”
Husband: “He is a dog.”
Lady: “He might hurt himself.”
Husband: “You might hurt yourself too, but you are not rolling around in a stroller.”
Lady: “Well I don’t want to lose him.”
Husband: “He is a dog?”
Lady: “Well another dog might hurt him.”
Husband “Dog.”
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