I saw her there, nearing the checkout line at Lowe’s. She was juggling plants, her keys, a water bottle, and her two dogs. Pugs, to be exact. The middle-aged one was running everywhere, and the little one – a show-stopping, cute little puppy, was doing the same – just in another direction. The poor woman didn’t know where to turn first.
The leashes got tangled around a pole. Her glasses fell off of her head and onto the floor. She spilled her water. The checkout people laughed both with her and at her as they tried to help untangle her pooches from the pole they had wrapped themselves around.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said. “But I couldn’t leave them in the car, it’s just too hot.” The employees finally untied the knots and began petting the pups, and the woman – still fumbling for her keys and picking up the glasses that fell off of her head and onto the floor, yelled: “Make sure you pay extra attention to the big one!! The little one gets all the attention, and the big one gets jealous.”
I looked on for a bit, and smiled. They really were adorable. Then I looked down at my 32-week bump. And all I could think of in this tangle of sweetness, was, “Oh, shit.”
Shit shit shit, shitty, mcShit Shit.
I only hope that people everywhere will be as nice as the staff at Lowe’s was, because this will be my life – just without the leashes. (Maybe.)