I was going to get my hair cut. I had my grandkids with me and I picked up Caesar just as I went out the door, because he wanted to go bye-bye. I didn't realize there'd be a problem, because I'd taken him in before. I walked in the door with Caesar in my arms, the kids went to look at the magazines. One of the beauticians came up and told me I couldn't bring him, because the management was cracking down on them.
I said come on kids lets go. This woman said "aren't you going to get your hair cut?" I said no because I had my dog with me and she didn't want it there. She told me I could leave him in the car
I said lady it's hot out. She said to leave the window rolled down. I just took Caesar and the kids and left.
Don't they have good sense?