It was a warm Sunday afternoon – one among the last good
days before the seasons change – and that we hadn’t gotten quite three feet
into the shop when the voice rang out.

It’s the standard , good-natured welcome I receive from the
shop manager whenever I take my German shepherd , Amber, into this particular
pet store.

Although his words sound harsh, it’s delivered with a smile
and every one things considered, i feel the manager has the maximum amount fun
as Amber does … But that would just be my combat it.

Let me just means , for the record, that Amber doesn’t
shoplift. She just, well – stealthily acquires and covertly relocates a sample
of specific merchandise, for later tracking and inspection.

So, more to the purpose , at some point during our wandering
through the shop , Amber snags a pig ear and hides it elsewhere within the
store.

It’s a game with the stock boy for him to seek out where
Amber hid it before her next trip in, where she is going to head right to the
last hiding spot to see thereon .

Hey, I figure it makes everyone’s day a touch bit more
interesting during a fun way, and that they seem to enjoy it also . No harm, no
foul.

Since I got a sideways look from my bestie that asked, “what
did she do?” and I’m trying to elucidate all this to my shopping companion to
form us not all seem a couple of fries in need of a cheerful meal, she quite
seriously asked me – I kid you not – what a pig’s ear was.