Whenever I go out of town, Petey stays at a high-falutin’ kennel that he really doesn’t deserve (if you came home to your bathroom trash can contents spread around the apartment, you'd agree.)It’s a nice place called Kennel Club LAX, right by the airport, and frequented by celebrities. One day, while dropping Petey off, David Alan Grier came in with two standard poodles. When David saw Petey, he cocked his head and asked what breed he was. When I told him he was a Pit, David’s eyes widened, but he scratched Pete's neck anyway. Which, come to think of it, wasn't deserved after the incident with my comforter.
