It's 2AM, and Mai and I are trying to figure out why miniature pinschers were so damn cheap at the pet store at Roppongi crossing. This pet store is like an animal abuse shelter--No, not the kind that protects abused animals, but the kind that actually abuses them. Half the puppies are just a month old and barely larger than a fetus. The other half are going crazy because they're stuck in fluorescent little boxes that stay bright from early afternoon 'til 4AM. They openly advertise that they will take partial payments for puppy rentals from (drunk) 18-year olds without parental consent.
Who walks in but Miss Paris Hilton in a pink dress, cream-colored pumps, and torn black stockings, carrying her pink RAZR in one hand and using the other to point out the cute little puppers. "I like that one. I like that one." She tells the two men that are with her.
"I like that one. The retarded miniature pinscher that can't get off its back," I say to Mai and James.
Then Paris goes to look at more cute puppies upstairs. We'd heard she was at the Motorola party earlier that night, but running into her at the animal abuse pet shop was much more interesting.
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Posted by: Nyanko | December 22, 2006 at 12:07 PM
yeah, i hate that place
i love animals so i cant help to look but they REALLY do abuse animals there
i've seen one of the staff hit a puppy because he was trying to eat while she was still setting the bowl in place
Posted by: | December 30, 2006 at 11:09 AM