Today I finally resolved to get outside and start working on
my yard. It’s a disaster. A disaster of biblical proportions. It used to be
nice. Church service this morning was all the choir program and I enjoyed it.
Probably because the cantata contained many old hymns that I miss. After the service,
I slipped out to where I parked in this little lot on the other side that I
usually don’t park in but being close to Easter the lot is more crowded. I got
in my car and posted a picture of the choir to Instagram in their pastels and
thought what a beautiful day. I will go get mulch and get to the yard! I looked
in my rear-view mirror and stopped. Something is wrong. Took me a second, why
it’s a dog in a car that appears to be all closed. Crap! It’s a boxer mix. But
he’s not panting. My car was warm when I got in but not terrible but what if
the person that owns the car is staying for Sunday School? Then some people
came out the side door and I thought whew here they are so I backed out and left
but I realized when I was going down the road and looked back over they were
getting into the car next to the one with the dog. Didn’t they see the dog too?
Ok I’m getting my mulch and I’m coming back.
Obviously, I was in a hurry because I didn’t want the dog to
die and I was not too happy with the owner either. I had planned on shopping slowly
and perusing but I bought 4 bags of what I thought was pine bark mulch and
headed out. I wouldn’t even let them load for it me as I knew I could do it
faster. I drove back to church and pulled in right next to the car with the
windows still closed and didn’t see the dog. I was so scared to look and see the
dog lying in the car probably near dead. But no dog. Then I looked up and here
comes the dog with his owner. Very happy to have been walking the trails. This
older man, clearly is wondering why I was looking in his car. I said “Oh there
you are!” to the dog. Who ran to me and I petted him or her. He slobbered me
good. I said to the owner that I had to come back to make sure the dog wasn’t
left in the car without any air since the windows were closed. The owner told
me she loves to come with us and I walk her between services back on the
trails. He says, “are you ready for your water?” and lets the dog back in gives
it water but still doesn’t lower any windows.
I just got in my car and left. I looked at another person
getting in her car with the license plate Lasse 1 or some number and thought
you’re seeing this, too right? How can I sit in church now with that dog stuck
out in a car without the windows even cracked? If this happens again next week
somebody will be getting smashed windows for Easter. This person clearly loves
his dog but if he doesn’t start cracking his windows I’m going to lose it. Could
he honestly not know how hot it gets? His dog is a boxer mix to top it off so
already disadvantaged in the breathing department. I wonder if I emailed the
church office if someone would say something to this person?
When I got home I had lost some of my interest in working
outside and felt compelled to work on my backlog of notes that haunt me. But I
finally decided I had done quite a few and could take some time outside. I
weeded my bed around the mailbox. Cleared the leaves I always pile around.
Discovered the irises are probably in serious need of dividing and I have no
clue but I know people that do! Went got a bag of mulch out of my car and
opened it and oh phooey. Not the right mulch. I still had a bag of the mulch I
like so I spread that first. But it didn’t cover the whole bed so I went ahead
and used the wrong mulch. So now my bed has two mulches. I will probably take
the rest of the mulch back and buy the right mulch. I’m also open to
suggestions about the situation with the dog. How do you break the window if you need to?
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