Humans think they are smarter than dogs.
Of course they are not.
Just consider Costco’s ridiculous rule about dogs not being allowed inside. Don’t they realize that dogs are much better shoppers than humans?
Grandma had to make a Costco run yesterday, which meant leaving Profit and me home alone. Her promise of rotisserie chicken helped—but still! As always, she was going to need our assistance.
On the way to the store, Grandma spotted some sheep behind a row of trees. Naturally, she stopped the car, got out and began taking photographs.
It wasn’t easy, she confessed later. There was a fence in the way, and the sheep were surrounded by the tall, dry grass they had apparently been hired to cut. Then, as Grandma approached, the closest sheep began walking away.
She wasn’t prepared for that. It took her a second or two to get the iPhone camera working, and by then she had already missed some of the best moments. Out of the fifty or so photographs she took, only two were passable.
Grandma merely laughed.
“Next time, I’ll do better,” she said. “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.”
I don’t know exactly what that means. Why would anyone want to kiss a frog?
All I know is that if Profit and I had been there, things would have gone much better. We would have found a better viewpoint—and a bark or two would certainly have created some serious action.
Grandma calls it chaos.
I call it helping.
The photographs Grandma took inside Costco proved my point about humans being terrible shoppers.
Why would anyone want fancy party dresses or Halloween gimmicks? Especially in July?
Worst of all was the dog.
Why would anyone buy a fake dog when one could have a real one? A real dog could help with the shopping, guard the cart and make certain the chicken was fresh. The fake one just sat there wearing a silly hat.
The drive home was calm and uneventful, except for one quick stop to photograph the wild fennel. Grandma was especially pleased to discover a bee among the flowers.
“The bee made up for the sheep fiasco,” she said.
Once Grandma arrived home, Profit and I were relieved to see that she was safe—even though she had foolishly gone without us to look after her.
The good news was that she had brought home snacks as well as chicken. She offered us one immediately.
The chicken, she explained, would have to wait until later.
We accepted the snack.
