Pet Stores in Gallipolis, OH

“It's a shame I don't visit this place more often. The people inside were very friendly. The manager was nice. The store is clean. It's a small town so people visit it like I don't know anything else I guess”

“Let me tell y’all somethin’ right now: Rural King is like the redneck version of Disney World, only with more mud boots and less mouse ears. I walked in there for a bag of dog food and walked out with a machete, three ratchet straps, a 50-pound salt block, a bag of popcorn, and a flamingo pool float. I don't even got a pool. That store's got everything from baby chicks to camouflage lingerie (okay maybe not, but it should).

The minute them automatic doors whooshed open and I smelled tractor grease and stale popcorn, I knew I was home. It's like heaven had a baby with a barn and stocked it with guns, boots, candy by the pound, and chainsaws you didn’t know you needed but suddenly had to have.

Now, I got one beef with 'em: the damn chick bin. Every dang time we go in, my wife beelinin’ straight to them peepin’ little fluff nuggets like she’s Snow White with a debit card. She can’t resist ‘em. I’m out here tryin’ to get hydraulic fluid and she’s already named twelve chicks and is askin’ if we can build 'em bunk beds.

Rural King, I love ya, but for the love of my wallet and sanity, can we get a “Wife-B-Gone” spray aisle? Maybe throw some razor wire and a mild electric fence ‘round the chick section so I don’t end up explainin’ to my accountant why we now own 37 hens named after country singers.

10 outta 10, would lose money there again.”