I’ve written before about how customers bring in their puppies for us to play with. Meg, who owns the bead shop down the street, brought in her 11-week-old Havenese puppy, Topper Cosmo on Sunday. They had been at the lake all day and poor Topper was just pooped. He slept on the counter for at least half an hour while Meg and I chatted and children came up to pet him.
Topper Cosmo was like the best kind of greeter. Very polite, accepting of everyone and just about the cutest, softest ball of fur ever. We’ve met a lot of puppies at the store, but I can safely none was as mellow as this ball of fur. I wish he would visit everyday.
I asked Meg, “Is your store closed on Sunday?” She blanched and looked at me askance. “Is today Sunday?” I told her it was. She just started laughing and said, “Well, screw it. I guess I needed a day off.” Meg doesn’t have any help at the shop. I cannot imagine what that would be like. To have to be at the store everyday, without fail would be such a burden, not to mention a real drain on trying to have an actual life, I know I couldn’t do it.
We kept laughing about her date whoopsie straight through when she bought an 18-month calendar, “To help me know what bleeping day it is.” In the meantime, it was all I could do to give the puppy back.