We Think Lassie Will Want To JOIN Little Tommy Trapped Down The Well

A couple approaches me with a dog collar in hand, size large.

Male Customer: “Will this fit my dog?”

Me: “Well, what kind of dog do you have?”

Male Customer: “His name is Mac.”

Me: “Okay. Is Mac a German Shepherd, a poodle, a Chihuahua…?”

Female Customer: *Defensive* “Why? Do you not allow certain dogs in your store?”

Me: “Oh, no, it’s just easier to get an idea of what will fit if I know roughly what size dog you have.”

Female Customer: “He’s a… Oh, one of those Lassie dogs!”

Me: “Okay, a collie! They’re gorgeous dogs, and so smart! This seems like a good collar for a collie.”

Male Customer: “Good! We’re going to pick him up today!”

Me: “Oh, congratulations! Where from?”

The female customer mentions a backyard breeder she saw online.

Female Customer: “He’s perfect.”

Me: “Oh. Wait, how old is Mac?”

Both of them speak at the same time.

Female Customer: “Eleven weeks.”

Male Customer: “Eleven months.”

Me: “Uh… weeks or months?”

Both: “Yes!”

Me: “Okay. So, we know he’s a puppy. But how big—”

Female Customer: “Obviously, he’s a puppy! Who buys adult dogs?”

I take a deep breath.

Me: “If this collar doesn’t fit, hold on to the tag and receipt and we’ll exchange it for you. And don’t forget to bring Mac in so we can pet him!”

Male Customer: *Confused* “Okay, then. Thanks for your time.”

The female customer mutters to the male customer as they’re walking away.

Female Customer: *as they’re walking away* “What an idiot. Why would we bring Mac to a store full of stupid people?”