As a column writer, I can share my real-life experiences with countless people. This is much more rewarding than when I try to tell a story firsthand to friends. Here’s an example of something that happened the other day…
I took my dog Toby for a walk and about a third of the way around the lake, he decided it was too cold and snowy, so he took off back to the shopping center where I had parked the car. A woman walking out of Kroger, where I usually shop, said she saw my companion run inside the store when the automatic doors opened. I went to the service desk and told the lady that my dog was somewhere inside. She said, “Okay, I’ll make an announcement to see if we can locate him.” Then she asked, “What kind of a dog is it?” This struck me as very funny. I guess they didn’t want to hand over the wrong dog.
Eager to share this whimsical tale with someone, I called my friend and editor, Heidi. I knew she’d get a kick out of it.
“I was walking the dog around the lake yesterday…”
“You walked him near a lake? I hope you didn’t let Toby get too near the ice!”
“Okay, Heidi, but listen. So Toby is about 30 feet ahead of me and…
“What? You didn’t have him on a leash? Who walks a beagle without a leash?
“Not the point of the story. So all of a sudden he takes off—”
“His feet were probably cold. Don’t you have booties for him? By the way I hope you didn’t have to chase him with that bad knee of yours.”
“LISTEN TO ME, HEIDI! This lady is walking out of the store and tells me that Toby got into the supermarket and I imagined he was howling at the butcher. And, yes, I know you are thinking of cutting out red meat, Heidi, but I really want to finish my story.”