Today at the vet, Bowie—my forever-curious dog—spotted another dog across the waiting room. This one was wearing a bright blue vest. Bowie wagged, ears perked, pulling gently on his leash as if to say “Friend?”
Before I could react, the receptionist shot me a sharp look.
“Can’t you see the blue vest? Keep your dog back.”
The entire waiting room seemed to freeze. Heads turned. People exchanged glances like I’d just broken some unspoken rule that everyone else had memorized.
Embarrassed, I tightened Bowie’s leash and mumbled an apology. But the question stuck in my head like a burr: What’s the deal with blue vests? Read more bellow
