Wynny and Weezy and what not to do at Pet Smart

Banned from Pet Smart....for life!
Traveling with 2 wiener dogs that weigh 42 pounds between them is not unlike peeling your fingernails off with a rusty knife. Donnie and I decided to go to Atlanta to see Brynn and thought it would be fun to take the dogs. We left a 5AM so we had to wait until we got to Atlanta to go to Pet Smart to get them collars that fit. They're fat...what can I say. Weezy (my little baby) also has a head smaller than her neck so just a regular collar is out. I also don't like regular collars because they choke. So after getting lost, which makes Donnie's voice go up 9 octaves, we find one. He's in a hurry and somewhat ill from riding in the car with them....these dogs fart ALOT....must have been the boil peanuts I fed them the night before.

Anyway, so we go into to Pet Smart and are stopped (because they aren't on a leash) and are given a blue leash to loop around their necks....first mistake. Now Weezy is like those goats that fall over and pretend they are dead....that's exactly what she did when we walked in....I had to pick her up which pull 14 muscles in my back. Meanwhile, Wynny (the bitch) is barking at EVERYTHING!! This includes cats, ferrets, other dogs, no matter what size and small black children. I'm sure these children will be in therapy for the rest of their lives after seeing their lives flash before their eyes through the fangs of a nasty tempered wiener dog.

We hustle over to the harness section...me dragging Weezy like a dust mop and Donnie trying to cover Wynny's mouth so no one dies. We get there and just start snatching down harnesses. Weezy faints again and Wynny breaks loose and goes for the small child SCREAMING at the end of the aisle. We finally just drop to the floor and put them in our laps. I've noticed that employees are walking by checking to see if their is a lion loose in the store and whispering to each other. We each have a harness and neither one of us can figure out how to put the stupid thing on and even if it's big enough. Weezy now weighs 80 pounds because she's DEAD WEIGHT. I roll her off my lap onto the floor and she starts SCREAMING like a little girl....I swear the dog sounded human. This brings another rush of employees to see what we are killing when Wynny once again tries to kill ANYTHING that is breathing. Of course, I wanted Weezy to have a pink collar so when I finally got it on she just slumped to the floor and would not move...not even her eyes. Donnie has a red one on Wynny and we decide, what the hell, let's just get out of there. He runs to the register and starts paying for the collars...mind you he has pulled the tags off because neither one of us is going to take those things off. I'm sitting on the floor near the entrance trying to keep Wynny from being arrested when this man walks over and tells me that we probably don't need to bring our dogs back in the store because they just aren't well behaved....so I let Wynny go....and that's why we won't be going back to Pet Smart.