California is a different place than Alabama.
I'll wait for your shock to subside.
People here love their dogs, but there's a line. That line is Oxycleaned away in the Golden State.
I'm sorry, but your Fancy Feast does not get to be on the same aisle as my Cheez-its.
In addition, your food does not get to be kept at a better temperature than my Hot Pockets. Which I never found in this grocery store.
Even Jelly Belly is in on it. Note, the CLEAR WARNING not to give this to your beloved puppy. It actually tastes like churned up dog biscuits (or mediocre Vietnamese) and YOU should eat it, but not Fido.
These are just two of the gorgeous dogs we met at our Beverly Hills hotel. Bright eyes, silky coats, and easygoing demeanors. BUT THEY WERE ON OUR ELEVATOR. And seemed inconvenienced when we wanted to ride. Umm, no.
However, we did see this:
But don't be fooled. There's no similar instruction for humans when they go potty on the streets or hills of Los Angeles. And it happens. Believe me.
Final thought: Anything or anyone who would eat the poo you are scooping up should not get equal rights.
What about you? Do you treat your pet better than necessary?