Shopping day. Only 3 ambulances so far but no siren songs. Okay. Quick stop for a bag of weed. Check. Still okay. Grocery store. Less okay, but it seems busy. I park, and start getting ready. I start putting the dog’s vest on, then I have a little “moment” realizing I may not have a quarter for the cart. As I go back up front to scrounge, two large dog heads (German shepherds) appear in the car two spaces away, barking at my dog. Barking. And barking. I keep going, rattled. Nothing new. Then a man walks by, stating “Let’s hope that window holds”.

In my head my dog is now bleeding on the ground. My feelings flooded. Breathe. Pet. Walk. Get away.

I think I crashed the cart 4 times in the first few minutes. I stopped and had some moments with the dog, and managed to do the shopping. Sort of okay.

Time to check out. Two packed lanes. At least they open another. The irony of having about 15 people all watch and stare as I fumble my way through this process because my dog is cute is not lost.

Get home. Safe. Cry in relief with the dog for a moment, and get on with it. Just another day.

Let’s all hope that window holds.