Ex-Con

I don't have Lobo (my service dog) out with me as much as I used to... Today was a bad day, but I had to run an errand for a friend, so I grabbed my wolf off we went to Wal-Mart... Always interesting to hear how parents explain a dog in the store to their children. I've heard some good ones over the years, but the one I heard today wins hands down...

‎"Mommy! Look! A doggie! You can't bring dogs in a store! Why does that lady have a dog?"

Now... I was pretty scruffy today... Jeans, sneakers, sweatshirt, and one of Rob's hats, but I did manage to smear some make-up on my face and brush my hair out, so I didn't think it was that bad... This very lovely looking lady, complete with an up-do and pumps said to her daughter...

"Well honey, sometimes when people are let out of prison, part of how they get better is called parole. And sometimes, part of parole is training dogs for other people."

Seriously? Watch out. I'm an ex-con. I wonder what my crime was? ;)