Back in the 90’s version of Starkville, Mississippi, I lived in, there was a comic shop called Gun Dog, run by two brothers. The name was an archaic reminder of the somewhat bizarre origins of the shop: it had originally been a hunting supply store focused on sportsmen who used dogs. When I first started going they still had a rack of top notch puppy food and some training bones amongst the comics. Turns out those outlasted the comics.