Poop Dogs.

Yesterday a woman came into the salon and started talking to me about her dog. She asked me if I had dogs, I told her that I have two dogs, one that looks like a big wolf (I like to refer to her as "master splinter") and a dachsund that frequently gnaws the heads off of squirrells and possums, and they live outside. At this point, she proceded to tell me how cruel it was to get a dog if you are going to force it to live outside. She went on for quite sometime about the serverities of the weather, the possible diseases, eye-balls getting scratched out by cats, neglect, etc... and to her comments, I merely replied, "oh yeah?... well we don't really pet them that much because they smell like actual poop."