Hollywood Feed — Local services in Nichols Hills

Once upon a Tuesday morning in Nichols Hills, Oklahoma—a place where Teslas outnumber tumbleweeds—there visited a baby Alaskan Malamute named Taco. Now, calling Taco a “baby” was a bit misleading. At just three months old, he already weighed 30 pounds, had paws the size of dinner rolls, and drooled like he was prepping a Slip ‘N Slide everywhere he went.

Taco was temporarily under the care of a human named Chris, who had three main passions in life: black coffee, grilling meat regardless of the weather, and referring to Taco as “Taco Supreme” like he was both royalty and a menu item.

One sunny morning, Chris decided to treat Taco to a trip to the fanciest pet store in all the land: Hollywood Feed. This place had everything a spoiled pup could dream of—gourmet treats, velvet dog beds, squeaky toys with personalities, and a scent that said, “Yes, we sell peanut butter shampoo.”

“Taco Supreme,” Chris announced with pride, adjusting the pup’s tiny aviator goggles (purely for style), “let’s go raise some hell.”

From the moment they stepped paw and boot into Hollywood Feed, Taco’s nose went full turbo mode. He sniffed the floor, the display table, the air vent, and then—he saw it.

A squeaky platypus.

That’s when it began: Zoomies.

Taco launched like a furry missile of mischief. He torpedoed through a pyramid of artisanal beef jerky sticks. He dove snout-first into a pile of $90 “calming” hemp chewables, instantly making them much less calming. He knocked over an entire endcap of doggy probiotics—one of which bounced off a chihuahua wearing a raincoat.

Then, silence.

Taco had found the vault: a half-open bin of freeze-dried duck hearts—the Gucci of puppy snacks.

Chris finally caught up, breathing like he’d just finished a Peloton marathon. “Taco Supreme! What the heck, man?! We talked about this!”

Taco looked up, duck-heart crumbs dusting his muzzle, and let out a joyful, burbly bark, followed by a hiccup that sounded like a rubber chicken deflating.

And that’s when Dave, the store manager—a man with a mustache so intense it probably had its own driver’s license—emerged from behind the counter.

“Sir,” Dave said, adjusting his embroidered Hollywood Feed polo, “I regret to inform you that your… Taco… is now officially banned.”

Chris blinked. “He’s a baby! A 30-pound baby!”

Dave didn’t flinch. “That baby just tackled a gluten-free treat tower and made an emotional support Yorkie cry.”

Taco, unfazed, wagged his tail and tried to lick the automatic checkout machine.

Ashamed but still holding three treat bags, a plush taco toy (because irony), and a leash he no longer trusted, Chris led Taco back to the truck.

That night, as Chris watched Shark Tank and Taco chewed on a sock he wasn’t supposed to have, he sighed. “Maybe we’ll hit another Hollywood Feed next week, huh, Supreme?”

Taco said nothing.

Because Taco had a plan.

The next morning, just before 8 a.m., the automatic doors at Hollywood Feed slid open.

Security footage later confirmed the story.

A possum wearing a reflective vest and tiny rollerblades wheeled inside.

He was pulling a wagon.

Inside the wagon?

Taco.

Wearing a monocle and a trench coat.

Dave never stood a chance.

Taco got his duck hearts. Again.

Because, you see, Taco wasn’t just a baby Malamute.

He was deep-cover canine intelligence.

The whole thing?

A covert op called Project QuackSnatch.

The twist?

It was all a ruse to test the awesome employees at this location and they passed the test! Attached is a real picture from the day...

Today I stopped to buy dog food and I had me young Goldendoodle with me. As I was checking out, cashier was Zoey, Zoey asked for my phone number and I gave it to her. Hmmm not in our database. Ok, I just want to check out. She asked me 3 more times about a number to get rewards. I , again , say I just want to check out. No thank you. At this point I can tell she is irritated. I also told her I didn’t want one of the items. She rang it up anyway. I asked her why, I said I did not want it. Had to wait for her to refund and put charge back on card. I asked her name . She told me. I tell her she seems irritated, she says that’s funny you seem irritated. I am with the service that was provided. I went in for dog food not to deal with an easily irritated cashier. Just please listen to your customer and do the job you were hired to do. If you are unhappy, I’m sure there are other businesses that need a cashier. I’m am currently looking up where I can get the dogfood that I buy elsewhere. Life is way too busy to worry about an easily irritated cashier. Customer...

I actually love the HF stores, but not this one. Not only did I have to wait a while for someone to check me out, but as soon as I got tired of waiting and noticed their self checkout kiosk; that's when one of the girls wanted to come check someone out. I was annoyed, but whatever because I got out of line, so that's my fault. I scanned my dog food, and I always loved buying the little cookies in the display bin, so I scanned 3 for 4.99, but I accidentally scanned a 9.99 one. Thought I could delete it myself, but it wouldn't let me. You think any of clerks cared to help? Nope.. instead I waited an additional 10 mins hoping I could get assistance but I guess the kiosk got tired of waiting too, and just cleared my scanned items. So I just started over. Didn't even want to buy the cookies anymore. Just the dog food. I won't be back. I'll just take the inconvenience of going all the way to the S Pennsylvania location. They've always been great and they acknowledge everyone. I appreciate THEM. But this NH location...