Tuesday, August 24, 2010

At Tractor Supply

So I'm at the Tractor Supply, and a man and his wife come up to the counter. And the husband pulls six pig ears out of the cart, and 12 cow ears out of the cart, and a huge chewing bone. "What type of dog do you have?" I asked, and they told me a golden retriever, their second. They had gotten her to replace their old dog who died in the spring. The man grumbled "There's a reason old folks don't have kids, and it's the same reason old folks shouldn't have puppies. They just have too much energy!" even as his wife said, "She's such a good dog, and she only chews on her toys." The man rolled his eyes, but he did it in such a way that you knew he was just joking, and that he loved that dog just as much as his wife did.

As I rang up the things, I told the story about someone I knew who bought himself a dog. It was a big dog. A german shepherd, maybe, or a black lab. But he picked the animal up on Friday night, and then went off to work Monday morning as usual. By the time he got home from work, the puppy had eaten the arm off his leather recliner. The man was outraged at the 'stupid dog'. "The dog wasn't stupid. The man was," I commented and both of them agreed, and made some small conversation about training dogs. The man said, with some amount of pride, how quickly their golden was learning to behave, and was even, this early on, showing every sign of being as good as their beloved last dog. Shooting a quick grin to his wife, I said, "Yeah. Dogs are not so different from husbands, I guess. Once you get them trained just how you like them, boy, you just hate to give them up when they get old."

The old man's eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped open and a bellow of laughter burst from him, so loud that one of the managers popped his head around a display to see what was going on. The old lady said "You hit that one just right, I say," and she was laughing too. The little old man picked up his bag, and he grabbed the hood of his wife's sweat shirt. "Come on now," he said, still laughing. "I don't think I want you and this one doing any more talking," and they went out the door still laughing. I heard the little old lady saying, "Well, why do you think I keep you around?" and the man let loose with another bray of laughter.

I do so love people.

12 comments:

Jayne said...

Move to Oz, move to Oz, move to Oz, move to Oz.... ;)

Debby said...

You're pretty funny stuff yourself. I don't know that Oz could handle two comedians of our caliber, Jayne.

Twain12 said...

lol i say the same thing about having my husband trained ;)

BUSH BABE said...

Oh Oz could handle you - the ratio of self-confessed comedienne's to general audience is pretty high. We are very well-trained (although we don't clap as loud as Americans... just so you know!).
:-)
BB

Anonymous said...

Haven't been getting to blogs a lot lately and have just done a bit of catching up. You have been very prolific so that has taken a while, but I enjoyed them all. You are such a good and fluent writer Deb. It is so good to see you in a 'together' place again. That is how it should be and you surely deserve it. Good luck with your studies in the weeks ahead, and keep on enjoying life. It is great to see the smiles in your writing. Love Barb

steviewren said...

It shows...how much you love people. I love that about you.

Kelly said...

What a great story!! (it could be another "chapter" in your book of essays)

quid said...

A great little slice of your life, Debby...

quid

Pencil Writer said...

Love the post. Life is so full of good things, including people!

Dave said...

A happy story Debbie. - Dave

PaintedPromise said...

yes a great little slice of your life...

as for OZ - NO NO NO! she is coming HERE!!!!!

so how IS that AZ Tractor Supply store coming Deb???

Bob said...

And people love you, Debby. Is it any wonder?