Me and my little white toy poodle headed off to town this morning to run a few erands, one of which was to pick up a few things at Lowe's for a rental I am remodeling. I left the "Mutley" dog in the car to do my shopping. About fifteen minutes later I hear Lowe's calling for the shopper in the black honda acord with the dog in the car to come to customer service.
So,,,,,,,,,,,,, I'm thinking whathahell? So I hustle up to customer service and learn there is a guy at my car who has called the police because I had left the dog in the car. So I politely tell the nice lady to page me when the cops arrive. I spend another fifteen minutes in the store and roll my shopping cart up to the checkout and while I'm being checked out this old boy with a few days of whiskers on his face walks up and wants to use the phone to call 911. The nice lady ask if he was okay and he says yes but there is a dog dying in a car and he needs to call 911. I speak up and say it's my dog and I'm on my way out. The guy lays into me calling me everything nasty he could think of. Everyone in the area was tuned in at this point. I tried to assure him the dog was fine but he was having nothing to do with that. He told me the cops were on their way and I was not to leave until they arrived.
So I ignore him as I paid the clerk and he headed out the door. I knew he was going to resume his attack outside and I didn't really know what to expect. Goofy ole bastid may have a gun! If he was armed he never showed it but he was waiting by my car sitting in his 1980's ford suv. One of those little guys, I forget what they were called back then. As soon as I was within ear shot he was back to calling me names some of which even I had never heard before. When I reached the drivers door, there was a note taped to the window on a torn brown paper bag that said "Dog Killer". If it were a hot day and I left a dog in a locked car, I'd accept an a$$ chewing and name calling from a complete stranger. The temperature was in the mid forties and the dog was fine to be left for half an hour.
I opened the door and assured the old codger the dog was fine but that didn't satisfy him. He was relentless. I could see this was not going anywhere good so I just got into my car and drove away. Was giggling as I made my way out of the parking lot thinking this guy is a complete nut case.
You may think this is the end of the story but there is more. I stopped on my was home for gas and noticed my car had been keyed over the rear door along the roof. I walk around the car and the old bastid had keyed the car all the way around. I was stunned that someone would actually do something like that. However, I'm grateful that I didn't spot the damage until the old fart was out of sight.
Moral of the story,,,,,,,,,,,,, "Always be prepared for the unexpected"!
So,,,,,,,,,,,,, I'm thinking whathahell? So I hustle up to customer service and learn there is a guy at my car who has called the police because I had left the dog in the car. So I politely tell the nice lady to page me when the cops arrive. I spend another fifteen minutes in the store and roll my shopping cart up to the checkout and while I'm being checked out this old boy with a few days of whiskers on his face walks up and wants to use the phone to call 911. The nice lady ask if he was okay and he says yes but there is a dog dying in a car and he needs to call 911. I speak up and say it's my dog and I'm on my way out. The guy lays into me calling me everything nasty he could think of. Everyone in the area was tuned in at this point. I tried to assure him the dog was fine but he was having nothing to do with that. He told me the cops were on their way and I was not to leave until they arrived.
So I ignore him as I paid the clerk and he headed out the door. I knew he was going to resume his attack outside and I didn't really know what to expect. Goofy ole bastid may have a gun! If he was armed he never showed it but he was waiting by my car sitting in his 1980's ford suv. One of those little guys, I forget what they were called back then. As soon as I was within ear shot he was back to calling me names some of which even I had never heard before. When I reached the drivers door, there was a note taped to the window on a torn brown paper bag that said "Dog Killer". If it were a hot day and I left a dog in a locked car, I'd accept an a$$ chewing and name calling from a complete stranger. The temperature was in the mid forties and the dog was fine to be left for half an hour.
I opened the door and assured the old codger the dog was fine but that didn't satisfy him. He was relentless. I could see this was not going anywhere good so I just got into my car and drove away. Was giggling as I made my way out of the parking lot thinking this guy is a complete nut case.
You may think this is the end of the story but there is more. I stopped on my was home for gas and noticed my car had been keyed over the rear door along the roof. I walk around the car and the old bastid had keyed the car all the way around. I was stunned that someone would actually do something like that. However, I'm grateful that I didn't spot the damage until the old fart was out of sight.
Moral of the story,,,,,,,,,,,,, "Always be prepared for the unexpected"!