As I was leaving Firehook Bakery with a soy au lait in hand, I pulled open the door and in walked a sheepdog (rather, everything but the sheepdog’s hind legs). The sheepdog’s leash was tied to a bench just outside the place that has the best oat bran muffin in town (and no longer seems to charge extra for soy milk - score).
“Uh ohhh,” I thought to myself.
I hadn’t taken a sip of my awakening potion yet and, therefore, my reflexes were reminiscent of molasses.
I stood there between the sheepdog and the door, feeling paralyzed. I started to let the door inch toward closing, but the sheepdog didn’t budge. Story of my life.
Now I’m also a little scared of big dogs, so I didn’t want to pull on his leash or nudge his hairy frame with my own hand. So, I just stood there with my right hand preventing the door from closing on the sheepdog’s neck and my soy au lait in my left hand, beckoning me to drink its contents.
The layout of the bakery is a long hallway, with the counter on one side and tables for two on the other side. In the midst of my sheepdog predicament, it was as if everyone at their tables (those patrons facing my direction) leaned slightly in toward the walkway so they could see what was happening in the doorway – namely, a sheepdog making me look like a complete idiot.
The patrons looked at me and the pooch, then leaned back in to their edibles and beverages (all of which I hoped were poisoned because they didn’t help me).
If I just let the door go, it would have pinned the sheepdog between the door and the door frame right at the sheepdog’s neck, and I believe I would have been stoned.
Finally, a woman at a table nearby said, “I’m going to help this poor woman.”
Wait a second…I’m a woman? And the beat goes on.
She very confidently put her hand under the sheepdog’s head – near his upper torso and lower neck – and pushed him outside, making a “shhh shhh shhh shhh” noise. I quickly let go of the door and headed down Connecticut Ave., back to my apartment in time for my monthly women’s writing group.
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5 comments:
Thank goodness for the few people who still recognize other human beings in the need of help, huh?
I bet that sheepdog was cute!
hi all, for weeks, I've been following your blog about "Caught Between a Sheepdog and My Moral Conscience", I love the approach that you give to this subject, thank you very much!
excellent blog the story is very funny but you can hang out and read a good post, so is good caught betwen a sheepdog and my moral conscience.
Sometimes we do not have to think on our conscience and try to be spontaneous in the life, but I think that the story is so interesting and good topic for a blog.
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