Getting Dog Food...
... this evening, I run into a guy with his 7 month old Malinois. As he comes into the store, the cashier says: “He’s been bringing that dog here since it was tiny”.
Me: “Can I pet your dog?”
Mal Guy: “Sure!’ [Wob trots over, stands on back legs, gives me kisses.]
Me: “My girlfriend has two of these guys!”
Mal Guy: “I’m sorry.”











