Dog owners, there are rules for shopping with Fido — even in pet — friendly stores
"I see a big dog," the little girl said. She looked about 3, her pudgy legs swinging in the shopping-cart seat. Her feet were within easy sniffing range. But sniffing, we had agreed, was not allowed.
"Hmm," her dad said, not turning around.
"He's right behind you," she offered. Her dad looked at his phone.
"I wonder," she said to herself, "what he wants."
Gus and I, standing behind them in line at The Container Store, exchanged glances. Obviously, little girl, he wants to purchase spiffy-yet-probably-overpriced organizational supplies. Why else would he be in line?
Like most dogs who find themselves shopping, Gus' trip to The Container Store
