Last summer I visited my brother in San Diego and one evening we went to downtown San Diego for dinner. We found a great Italian restaurant and decided to be seated at the outside tables. Downtown San Diego is lively at night and we were enjoying both the food and the people watching. A couple walked by pushing a stroller. That's when I said "What the f^&k?" There wasn't a baby in the stroller, but a hairy little dog. I remember thinking at the time something unkind about those crazy Californians.
Last week I'm in Macy's in the midst of hoards of holiday shoppers. An older couple (yeah, Nana's still in denial...they were probably my age) passes me pushing a stroller and I think "How nice, they're out with a grandchild." Nope, it's a f^%king dog! The aisles of the stores are jammed with people and they're pushing around a huge stroller with a dog. Give me a break!
Call me old fashioned, but I think dogs belong in backyards, and parks, and running free in the fields not in the shoe department of Macy's.