"I'm fine, just confused as to why this place is selling the furs of animals while there is perfectly good fur on their dog."
She responded with a face full of confusion so I continued. "I think it's hypocritical to kill and skin one type of animal but turn around and coddle another. Plus it's unnecessary."
I could see in her face that she grasped what I was saying. Then she said, "you should go talk to them about it." A wave of fear rushed over me as I realized this stranger expected me to put up or shut up. "I don't know. I'm really not in the mood to get punched in the face." She offered to stand at the door for support. Again, this is a complete stranger. I told her I appreciated the offer but it wasn't needed. Then I reached for the handle and opened the door.
I was greeted by some aggressive barks from Kohl and a friendly-faced gentleman. After calming Kohl down, the gentleman gave me his attention. "Are these coats made from animals?" He replied with an emphatic yes. "What animals are they made from?" As he was answering this question, the owner entered the room. They both told me that there were coats made from different animals. "Would you happen to have any made from dogs?" They laughed and looked at me as if I'd asked the strangest question in history. "There are no coats made from dogs," the owner said in-between laughs and with a hint of derision. I turned and pointed in Kohl's direction. "Why not? He looks pretty warm."
Their laughing abruptly stopped when they saw that I wasn't kidding.The owner was incensed and said, "Leave dog alone! You have to go now!" I told him I would leave Kohl alone but that we should leave mink, foxes, and other animals alone. I told him that Kohl seems to value his life and fur, just like the animals whose bodies were hanging in the store.
The salesman tried to add his own thoughts to the discussion but he was quickly shut down with a "shut up" from the owner. At this point the owner was on the phone with what may have been the police so I left with, "If you don't want Kohl to become a coat or a pair of boots or a sandwich, you shouldn't want it to happen to another living, feeling creature."
When I got outside, the same woman was waiting. She congratulated me and asked if I felt better. "Eh a bit. Thanks for your help. I appreciate it." She told me it was nothing, smiled, and we parted. As with most cases of speaking up for animals, I was left hoping that I had planted a few seeds that would take root.