The people I loathe the most are those that put little velvet or fluffy cushions in the trolley and say things like *But Pepper *loves" shopping". I refuse to even LOOK at their dog.

When I was growing up dogs lived in kennels outside. Very, very occasionally Dad let his beloved kelpie Smudge sit on a mat just inside the door. If she put even a toenail over that mat he would growl at her. They adored each other, and did not go fucking shopping.