Mr. Wrekker needed some junk of some sort (I swear he goes there for fun), from this store.
Luckily,
as you’ll see Son-of-a-wrek, rides along.
Think Tractor-supply type place.
Big box.
Lots of aisles with fun things for man or beast.
As usual Dillon the Villain goes. If that truck starts he is in it.
As a dog he has virtually no good manners and minds no one.
He’s not mean. He’s just looking for a good time.
He’s well past being old enough to know better, he’s just still too young to care. At. All.
They allow dogs in this store. The first mistake.
Mr. Wrek and Son don’t leash him. 2nd mistake.
Dillon has been there 100s of times. He feels at home there. 3rd mistake.
The staff know he is gonna steal dog treats from the open bins.
They know he’s gonna run up and down aisles looking for…who knows? Maybe a friendly dog to chase with.
Remember this: “chase me, it’s my favorite game” is tattooed on Dillons soul.
He barks the whole time he’s running.
Well, to get to the end before the tale of The Incident, Mr.Wrekker got removed from the stupid farm store. He’s not trespassed, permanently. But Dillon is. (He will be missed by the staff, well maybe).
Anyway. Dillon walks in normally. A step behind his master. Son says, as soon as they cleared the foyer, Dillon took off. Like a dog on a mission.
He ran straight to the baby chicks and barked. Those chicks will never grow up right, now. Permanently scarred. Then he knocked over a great stack of those gas canister thing for camping. (Imagine that sound)
Pushed a dog food bag on to the floor and ate dog food til Son caught up with him.
He did his play pose, and barked. We all know that really means “catch me if you can!”
He saw a kid. And ran to her barking. Freaking the kid out and her Mom (who called the police).
Son is on his heels but can’t actually catch him and Dillon dang sure ain’t coming willingly.
He runs to the dog section again, steals treats and his now running with a full bully stick(a long chew stick about 3ft long). Knocking things off shelves.
Son got ahold of that and they had a brief rasslin’ match.
Dog won. The stick breaks and he is off with just half of it hangin’ out his mouth.
Son saw him heading to the front. He’s screaming “Stop that dog”
Staff are chasing.
The Mom of the kid screams “He was gonna bite my baby” Son yells at her “he doesn’t bite”
Remember she called the law.
Son is chasing a dog in to the cluthches of 2 nervous cops. With weapons. And erroneous info.
He’s thinking “well, someone is gonna die today”
Just as they get to the check out area, Son sees a cop pull a tazer. He just went for it and dove and caught Dillon by the back leg and and tackled while hollering “don’t shoot”.
No shots were fired.
Son got the dog outside. He said he never saw a happier dog, trotting tail up, smiling with his stolen and bent bully stick still in his mouth.
Mr. Wrekker was given a stern talking to. The store manager didn’t go as far as trespassing him. Just Dillon.
He’ll have to pay for the damages.
The police gave him the standard “dogs on leashes in the city limits” talk. They didn’t cite him. Should have.
I knew he took the dog in there. I assumed he had him leashed or I would’ve warned him.
Dillon has never been reliable or calm unless under strict control. Mr.Wrek ain’t got no time for that crap. He just accepts him how he is.
Now he knows not everyone accepts unruly dogs.
I’m just thankful the Goat Lady wasn’t in the store, at the time. I can’t imagine the carnage. Gahhh!
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