It certainly was a beyond typical Monday considering it being the end of the month. The phone calls and drop-ins were plentiful. I’m just glad they were all steady streams that could be managed. I was also surprised by the number of people that emailed and text me. I mentioned to someone again today where the texts are likely going to overcome real-life phone conversations. Those poor millennials are getting blamed for one more thing regarding their evolved way of communicating with others.
After having a day to think about it, I felt compelled to share something that happened yesterday afternoon that was very disturbing. It all started when I realized I needed more supplies for a project I’ve been working on these past months, so I decided to drive out to one of our favorite do-it-yourself stores and replenish my supplies.
Just as I was pulling into the parking lot, I noticed an 18 – 21ish year old couple milling around the entrance to the store with a very large German police dog which was on a short leash. At first I thought they were waiting for someone to come out, but when I got out of my car, they were gone. I took a quick look around to see if they went around a corner, or slipped quickly away, but they were nowhere to be seen. My second thought which seemed impossible was that they must’ve walked into the store with that potentially viscous dog.
Since I’m fully aware of the personality traits of German police dogs, I walked into the store and scanned the area up front, but no dog. But while back at the section where my supplies were to be found, and checking the shelves more closely, something appeared in the corner of my eye. There they were, walking that dog down another main aisle.
At first I was shocked, but then became internally angry with that store’s management for allowing someone to bring a dog like that into their store. Most don’t know this, but the dog breed that will likely bite first is a German shepherd/police. I’ve known for many years how they can quickly go after someone if they believe their master is in danger. When on the farm we had several generations of them, and they were not to be considered warm and fuzzy pets that wouldn’t hurt a flea, because I’ve seen them bite.
When I went up to the check-out I said to the cashier, “Did you see that young couple come in with that giant German police dog?” She looked at me strangely and said, “No, but I’m sure management has been alerted.” I went on to say how I couldn’t believe how someone would have the guts to take an animal like that into a store. She then said, “Just recently management has become more lax in their dog policy because they’ve found that many consider them their comfort dogs.” I shook my head and said, “I’m ready to bet that animal is not even in the same solar system of comfort dogs–especially when the age of those two holding onto its leash and noticing the designer clothes they were wearing.
It looks like just about anything goes anymore after seeing that supposed “comfort dog” scaring the “yell” out of everyone it encountered including me in that store. Seeing those two cavalier young people with that mean spirited dog yesterday is just another confirmation why I’ve stopped saying these past years, “I’ve seen it all.”
