I took the missus to “the other” Chinamart today, to get a few things we forgot or couldn’t find at “ours” yesterday. Since we had the Mighty Dachshund with us, we picked up a plain double cheeseburger from McD’s for me to hand feed her as my wife shopped. After leaving my wife at the far door of Chinamart, I drove to the Lowe’s next door and parked. There, I stood at the open rear door and tore off one little bite at a time for the pooch. After she finished, I gave her a good combing and brushing, and then I put the leash on her and headed for the entry to Lowe’s.
It makes no sense to me, but the handicapped spaces at Lowe’s are beyond both the entry and exit, rather than between them, as would be the best way to actually benefit the handicapped. However, since all those spaces between the doors were filled with “non-handicapped” vehicles, I did end up using one of the outlying handicapped spaces. At least the electric carts were reasonably close the door inside. (No, Grammar-Check, I meant CARTS, not CARS!)
The Mighty Dachshund had never been in the store before, let alone in the basket of a cart, and it was obvious that her courage was waning fast. Finally, I took her out and let her walk, but I had to watch closely, as she just didn’t seem to know how to heel with an electric cart. After a couple minutes, I put her on the cart, between my feet, and she seemed better. She was still a nervous wreck, but she was comforted some by feeling my feet at each end of her little carcass.
My reason for going to Lowe’s was to pick up a couple spare bow saw blades that their website mentioned that they are supposed to carry. When I asked a couple young female employees standing in the front aisle just where I might find the blades, they directed me to their “Tool World” section. Needless to say, the girls didn’t know their backsides from a mole hill. Not only were there no blades for bow saws, there were no “outdoor” type tools of ANY kind—no shovels, no rakes, no axes, no mattocks, no pole saws, no nuthin’. There WERE, of course, multiple electric tools and manual “inside” tools, like hammers, squares, chisels, etc. I knew there had to be another section somewhere that contained such tools, but the Mighty Dachshund was acting far from mighty by that time, so we left. Maybe I can go back another day when she’s not along (or leave her in the ventilated truck now that weather is cooler and not tell the missus).
After THAT little fiasco, we went to a far corner of the lot, and I backed the truck up to the curb next to a grassy area. Then, I put the harness on the pooch along a retractable 25 foot leash, put down the tailgate, had a seat and let her roam and sniff. For about half-an-hour, she wandered around, watched the traffic and the people, barked at those returning to their cars at Bob Evans (until I reminded her that it wasn’t her turf), sniffed incessantly, pooped once and peed thrice. When she finally came and sat down to my left, I knew that she was done, so we went over and checked out their plastic tool sheds, a few feet away. Then, I returned her to the back seat and drove over next to the door where my wife went in and waited until she returned.
Incidentally, I was both shocked and amused at the prices for their plastic tool sheds—$299 for a 5x2 and $429 for a 5x4. I’ve seen children’s toy-boxes almost as big for a whole lot less. © 2016