“Oh my god, it’s a rat!”
For once, I can happily say that this sentiment wasn’t being directed toward either of my two dogs. Nope, it was a shared somewhat loudly by a woman three stalls down in the ladies room at Oakland International Airport. The woman beside me had placed her small dog (of indeterminate breed) on the floor while she attended to the activity that one usually partakes in when one visits the bathroom. The bored pooch had taken an opportunity to visit a neighbour by poking its nose under the partition. If the dog had made a right instead of a left, we might have all been spared the following:
“There’s an ugly rat in the bathroom!”
“It’s not a rat, it’s my dog.”
“Well, that’s one ugly dog.”
“My dog is not ugly!”
![]()
Heather Powazek Champ never leaves the house without a camera. A Canadian by birth, she now calls San Francisco home. More »
© 1994 - 2011 Heather Champ. Powered by WordPress + DePo Skinny.




