Roofs and Woofs

This weekend, the animal shelter participated in a home expo event. We brought some kittens and an adorable bloodhound mix and settled into our appointed booth. The bloodhound got SO much attention from everyone attending the expo--the whole time we were there, the dog was surrounded. He ate ice cream and candy, rolled over for belly rubs and gave lots of wet, sloppy hound kisses. We were so happy about the crowd's reaction until the director of the expo told us that the man in the next booth had complained about us because everyone was looking at the dog and no one was checking out his roofing business. We were disgusted by the guy's reaction, because how could anyone begrudge a homeless dog getting some attention, but we were polite and walked the dog to the other end of our booth, away from the miserable roofer. I must admit I felt some perverse pleasure seeing the continued lack of activity at the roofer's booth, despite the fact that the dog had been moved. Really, how could a guy slinging shingles compete with the droopy ears and soulful eyes of a hound? Would you rather spend your time looking at this:

or this:

I know which one I would choose! Oh, and there is a happy ending to the story. The dog will be going to his brand new home next week!