A while ago, my MIL bought me a pink blazer. It was too short, so I went to TJ Maxx to exchange it for something else.
I generally avoid TJ Maxx and Filene's Basement like the plague, because you need a lot of patience to wade through the misses and get to the hits. (I like bargain shopping without the wade factor...Old Navy is an excellent case in point).
Anyway, I made my way to the bargain mecca and found a pink V-neck short-sleeved top I liked. I also saw a small doggy! I knelt down to pat it.
"Do you like shopping?" I inquired.
The owner said, "No!" in a very definite way. I was startled, and she asked, "Oh, did you ask if he liked carpet? He does." I said, "No, I asked if he liked shopping." Relieved, she said, "Yes! I thought you asked if he liked chocolate." (Chocolate is bad for doggies. I would never offer dogs food, since I know their gastric systems vary widely.)
As if on cue, the dog lay down on its back on the carpet and started rolling back and forth in ecstasy. I guess he gets a good scratch that way.