Bugsy’s owner Bill took him to the groomer one day. Bugsy wasn’t too excited about it. The groomer had Bugsy on the grooming table and was just about ready to strap him in, when Bugsy bolted for the door. The groomer tried to catch him, but was unsuccessful.
Bugsy was moving at a pretty good clip for a dog with a nervous condition. The front door to the pet store was open and Bugsy managed to get through it as well. He headed north bound on the sidewalk up Fairfax Boulevard toward the hills. It’s a busy street. The pet store workers were chasing after him, but Bugsy didn’t want anything to do with them. He had run for half a block, and was just about gassed, when Bill his owner happened to be driving by. Bill saw Bugsy running up the street.
“That’s Bugsy!!”
He quickly pulled over. He flung the passenger door open.
“Bugsy!!” he yelled.
Bugsy saw him. He ran towards the car. He hopped in.
“What are doing boy?”
Bugsy didn’t answer, but from all appearances he was just happy to be in the car.
To Bugsy’s surprise, Bill took him back to the groomer. It was not a good day for Bugsy.
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