Sitting on front porch (with my tomato plant) finishing a "review" of Righteous Gemstones, watching people walk by with their dogs, and this brings me joy--the happiness, in its most pure and real form, in these canine guys and dolls, just walking down the sidewalk.
Except a guy who just walked by, "training" his young Great Dane, angrily yelling at him and jerking his collar. It's as bad as watching someone yell at a kid in a grocery store. I wanted to run over there and tell the guy: "Dude, have a little patience! It takes time!" But he probably would have smacked me; he looked like the type. And the beautiful dog, unlike all the others who have walked by this morning, wasn't having fun.
And, re. kids in the grocery store, I just thought of something that tickled me, that I thought would make an amusing little story, but that I forgot to tell to anyone. Until, I guess, now.
A 3-or-so year old boy had escaped from his mother, pushing a cart and herding a few other kids, and had snatched a can of room freshener off the shelf, and had run away down the aisle.
"Put that back," the mother yelled, but the kid kept running toward me. I held my hands up: "Don't squirt me!" and he giggled and threatened. The mother caught up, retrieved the can, and corralled the rapscallion.
Behind them, at the check-out, I said to her, "Where's the air freshener?" and then, "I have to admit, that was pretty cute."
She rolled her eyes at me, shook her head, and said, "He just fucking loves the stuff."
And that made my day, lol.
Except a guy who just walked by, "training" his young Great Dane, angrily yelling at him and jerking his collar. It's as bad as watching someone yell at a kid in a grocery store. I wanted to run over there and tell the guy: "Dude, have a little patience! It takes time!" But he probably would have smacked me; he looked like the type. And the beautiful dog, unlike all the others who have walked by this morning, wasn't having fun.
And, re. kids in the grocery store, I just thought of something that tickled me, that I thought would make an amusing little story, but that I forgot to tell to anyone. Until, I guess, now.
A 3-or-so year old boy had escaped from his mother, pushing a cart and herding a few other kids, and had snatched a can of room freshener off the shelf, and had run away down the aisle.
"Put that back," the mother yelled, but the kid kept running toward me. I held my hands up: "Don't squirt me!" and he giggled and threatened. The mother caught up, retrieved the can, and corralled the rapscallion.
Behind them, at the check-out, I said to her, "Where's the air freshener?" and then, "I have to admit, that was pretty cute."
She rolled her eyes at me, shook her head, and said, "He just fucking loves the stuff."
And that made my day, lol.
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