I went to the grocery store with my mom and Logan tonight after I took my nephew home. Someone went right up to my mom (I was standing behind her) and started asking her questions about my dog. I interrupted to answer, since you know, I'M the one with the answers, and the stupid woman STILL keep addressing my mom. My mom didn't have ANYTHING to do with this dog's training, aside from making it take longer. She doesn't know half of what my dog does. Just because I'm autistic doesn't mean I'm mute or stupid or whatever this woman thought I was. Then when I tried to explain that he can find ANY bathroom by scent, even if he's never been there before, I think her had exploded. :wall: :wall: :wall: Yes, my dog lives with me. Yes, I love my dog. No, he won't bite. NOW GO THE **** AWAY AND LET ME SHOP.