Wet Behind the Ears

Today I contemplated applying to work in a pet store.
I'm an animal kinda guy.
Big, small, dorsel fin, four stomachs, you name it, and I'm willing to admire, and eventually eat it.
And, not to put you in the mood to have sex with me or anything, but I do know a thing or two about tarantulas.
Even now I know what my favourite part of this potential job would be.
When the kids come in and ask their dad if they could get that dog please cause he's so cute and we'll feed him every day and we'll name him patches and can we get him dad please please can we get him?! Please?!
And the dad says, 'no.'
That'd be my favourite part of the job.