We're big-time animal lovers around here, so it's only natural that, when navigating a new town, looking for pet shops is at the top of our to-do list.
This particular little shop has an incredible variety of dogs to pet and play with (I've decided we are in serious need of all three Irish setter brothers, as well as the English bulldog twins).
But that's not all they've got-
these people are intense on a level that makes PETA look like a bunch of cammo-wearing deer hunters.
We can only imagine the carpal tunnel pain induced by the insane number of handwritten mandates, detailed instructions, and don't-do-this-or-we'll-kill-you-kick-you-out-and-leave-your-body-in-the-gutter signs.
DO NOT tease the monkeys.
DO NOT lift your arms above your head.
Wash your hands between petting or we'll feed you to our reptiles, etc.
Here's the sign posted on their front door- just beyond the barred steel gate and heavy duty padlock:
It's a happy place where you may get pulled into the back to have your thumbs broken, sealed in one of the people-sized fish food barrels, or be escorted to an undisclosed location by a bunch of Luger-carrying gestapo never to be seen again.
We hope you enjoyed your time here, and be sure to tell your friends!
1 comment:
lol I love the 'have a nice day!' at the end. hahaha :)
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