Probably

I went out and combined some work errands with some personal, seasonal kinds of errands. In my travels I discovered that Bide-a-wee, a local no kill animal shelter, has taken over a nearby storefront to sell paraphernalia, offer pet portraits and encourage pet adoption during the season of spending. There's a sign on the door saying "Come in!" and minimal supervision so in I went. At 40 years of age you'd think I'd know better. A very Lorry-esque cat lounged just out of reach in a big cage and 2 puppies frolicked in one of those enclosures that were used as playpens for human kids when I was young.

The puppies were a big draw, of course, with many a cell phone picture being taken. The smaller one was a labrawhatever and the other one was a houndeesomethingorother. I finally got a moment with them and I leaned over to pet. The houndee was a big buttinsky, didn't like the other dog getting more attention so I spoiled him a little while the labrawhatever got attention elsewhere. Houndee was so happy he reached around and nibbled my jacket sleeve. I stopped petting, said no and waited and he immediately got the message because he wanted more petting. I was happy to oblige. A few moments later a woman came in and stood beside me to join in the petting. When houndee nibbled her pin-neat houndstooth sleeve she said no, retracted her arm carefully and stood up. The petting was over. She said to me, "I once got a dog because I thought it was cute that he went after me biting like that. Didn't go well." I did not say, "You think?" I just kept petting.

A little while later I donated a couple of bucks and exited at a jog.

If you leave the shelter crying and wanting to punch that ignorant wench in the Burberry clad tit it's probably too soon to get a new dog.

Probably.

I mean, I'm no expert but...

Probably.