Disabled with Ailing Puppy

Time out from our regularly-scheduled hilarity to tell you what I saw this morning. Not that this isn’t hilarious in its own right…


I was driving east on Clayton Road, heading to an appointment. It was drizzling. Well, it was actually more of a light rain. Okay, who am I kidding, it was coming down in sheets.

There are sidewalks on this part of the road, as it’s primarily a residential area.

An old man in one of those mobility power chairs, or “Scooters” was rolling along the sidewalk. He had a little white dog on a leash trotting alongside. The dog, and I swear I am not making this up, was wearing one of those lampshade affairs that vets dole out to keep the dog from interfering with stitches, licking off the needed medicine, or just simply to tamp the dog’s ego down. The lampshade was actually pink. This dog is in for years of therapy.

Here’s what I want to know. Where the hell did they need to go? Were they just out for a walk? In the rain?

How bad must it be at home?

Does he have a wife who was torturing the two of them, till they just had to get out? I’ll be wondering for a long time…