So, I’m at Costco, and a lady walks past me. She’s holding a paper cup full of something and asking her son (who’s about 17) if he wants some juice. “What kind of juice is it?” he asks, which I think is a reasonable question. A troubled look crosses her face. “Pomma,” she says, clearly trying to form a thought. “Pomer… Pomeranian. It’s Pomeranian juice.” She takes a little sip and smiles. “Pomeranian juice.”
So, you know me, I’m intrigued. I wander past the moron and her son and find a little cart giving out free samples. Samples of pomegranate juice… Not a dog in sight.