In the vet's office:

A posh lady, mid-30's, slender, in jeans with high-heel boots, huge diamonds, pretty blow-dried hair and an adorable baby pug in her arms that she called Otis.

Another posh lady, tall, blond and glamazon gorgeous with a tiny fluffy white dog named Peyten in her arms.

And me. With Tino, who smells, is mean, and has a cone and a bandaged foot and came off the street, not from a fancy breeder. I was in sweats and my hair was fro-o-licious. I smelled like coffee and his ear infection.