Well boys, life is never boring here in the land of nod. Today while at pet stupid, I heard a lady making an appointment to bring her "baby" in for a haircut. I noticed a rather stout, neo-type, looking at me so I fumbled with the doggie diapers to throw her off while I listened. It seems that "baby" is a labradoodle. Now years ago, or actually months ago, this new and rare breed would have been called a mutt. Today it is a trendy, bouncing, crotch sniffing, wonder dog. Well they made a date for "baby" to come in and then they began talking about obedience lessons. It seems that "baby" has a habit of urinating in "daddies" shoes. I found myself envisioning a dog wearing wet shoes.

As my smiles quickly grew into audible laughter the pet stupid look out, asked me, "Do you need help with something"?

Not to be caught off guard I replied "Yes".

I began to tell the sad story of "Lemon", my dog. I could see that the woman was falling for it like a rock into an endless sea. I explained that ole Lemon had a bladder disorder and asked if the diapers would help him out. "I am certain they would," was the reply to my question. Now if you have ever been in pet stupid you know that everyone smiles in there. They sort of speak with a smile on their faces. It is a pet stupid smile. It never leaves as they look that far away pet stupid look, at you. As she took the doggie diapers in her hand she asked how big of a dog my Lemon was.

"Well that depends," I answered.

She just stood there smiling at me staring.

"Depends"? She asked me blinking.

"Yes?" I asked her.

Her head now began to move from side to side as she smiled at me. I spoke up again,

"You asked me if it depends." I told her.

"No" she was still smiling, "You said it depends".

"On what?" I asked her.

Now you could see a small bead of sweat appearing on her brow. Her smile was beginning to stretch in a most uncomfortable manner.

"On what?" she repeated.

"Yes" I answered. This was much better than I had anticipated. She was drifting into that over load look that pet stupid people get around me.

"Yes?" she was now beginning to struggle with her words.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"I think we are getting confused" she said still trying to smile.

"I would just like to get my Lemon some aide," I told her.

Now I was smiling. Just then "baby" urinated on the corner isle. I walked over and handed the little mother a package of doggie diapers. Now all three women were smiling as their heads moved from side to side.

"Thanks for your help," I said as I walked towards the door.

When ever life seems to lose its deep mystic meaning or when the day seems to hold no purpose. I simply go to pet stupid. If nothing else it gives me something to share with you. If it makes you smile, then it makes me proud. For you deserve to smile more than anyone I can think of. God Bless all of you as I trust that He will.

©Mike McConnery/Baden K9 Incorporated, June 09, 2006

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