I really should start meditating again. I'm all wound up because of my recent visit to the laundromat.
I could go on and on about laundromats (and have before, undoubtedly) but every visit has a different theme. This time the theme was dogs. That, and always hitting every single traffic light all day long. But that's just being Cursed For A Day. We all have those days. You know, Mercury in Retrograde and all that.
I do think Mercury is in retrograde because one of my dryers would not turn on, even though it ate my token. The attendant got another token and put it in and twisted the knob and the dryer went on. "You just have to do it like that, real fast," she said. Okay. Well. I did it exactly like that, but it didn't work for me. I think it knows her better.
I turn around and there is a darling little teeny tiny shihzypoodlything. He's got his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He must have weighed all of three or four pounds soaking wet.
I asked his owner if I could give him a dog cookie. She thought I meant a people cookie until I showed her that yes, I carry dog cookies in my pocket. She said he might not eat it because his jaw is deformed. Poor little guy. He carried it around and poked at it with his nose but he didn't even try to eat it.
While my clothes were drying and she was folding hers, I asked where she got him.
"Well, a friend of a neighbor was breeding them, and the female had six litters in a row and that was too much, so they decided they'd better separate the pair."
"That male was the stud? With his jaw deformity?" I couldn't disguise my shock. She shook her head and said, "Yes, and they were selling the puppies! They have some cute name for them..."
"Oh great, designer dog stuff too?" Facepalm. (I did, I did a facepalm.)
Oh yes. And so they told me I could keep him on a time-share basis, as long as they could have him back to, you know..." She raised her eyebrows.
It was at this point I said that I needed to go check on my clothes and got out of there for a few minutes. The lady with the little dog disapproved of the backyard puppymill as much as I did, and said she didn't see how she could ever give him back. I hope she doesn't. And I hope she gets his little nuts removed, too!
So while outside to get a breath of fresh air and to rid myself of the horrid puppymill story (in my own town!) I heard a dog barking. And barking. And barking. You know that desperate bark?
I looked across the way to the Natural Foods Co-op and the dog barking was coming from there. I crossed the street and sure enough, there was a dog in a car, with the window rolled down about three inches, barking and getting more and more desperate. Last time I'd checked the temperature it was 83. Not good. In fact, I'd taken my dogs to my studio to hang out while I did my laundry, because there is an airconditioner there. The house at home was really hot, I figured they'd be better off cooling it at my studio.
The dog wasn't fainting, but it had already been about ten minutes and in another ten it was going to be about 120 in that car, which was parked in full sun.
I went into the Co-op and told an employee that there was a dog in a hot car and gave her the license plate number. It took them another fifteen minutes to get the guts up to say something over the PA. I waited outside while chatting with some nice folks who I think were waiting for a cab.
About five minutes later an older woman came out, looked at her dog and started coming back into the store. I yelled across the parking lot that the temperature was probably about 120 in there. She insisted her dog was "fine." I asked her to please turn on the car and start the air conditioning. She refused, and said that she keeps a "sharp eye" on her AND that she had only been in the story for ten minutes. Which was a lie, of course.
I came *this* close to calling the cops. Even if your dog isn't passed out in the last stages of heat stroke it doesn't mean they aren't suffering and getting sick!
About five minutes later the woman came back to her car and drove away. I know, because I was watching from the laundromat. I was going to call the cops if another ten minutes had gone by.
I think she was embarrassed, and will think twice about doing something like this again. She was clearly richer than most and certainly had a safe place to leave her dog at home next time she needs to go into the store when it is hot. For "only" ten minutes.
On my way home my thermometer read 88°.