My Opinion

Since I spent a very large part of my weekend under the covers of my bed in an attempt to recover from what I can only assume is the bubonic plague, I was very excited by the idea of a walk to Walgreens on Saturday night with Jenn and Pawley. (That’s right. A rainy walk to a drugstore was the highlight of my weekend. Contain your envy.)

Anyway, the plan was for Jenn and I to trade shifts outside of the Walgreens with Pawley, but then one of the workers came out and told me that it was a dog friendly store. Jenn’s eyes became quite wide when I walked in, no doubt assuming that in my feverish state I’d finally totally lost it. “It’s a dog friendly store,” I said. Jenn looked at the wet maniac at the end of my leash. “Yes, but is it a Pawley-friendly store?” she whispered. 

Turns out, Pawley is an excellent shop dog. This is her perusing nail polish colors. She’s much more fashionable than her chain collar and leather leash might make you think.