Received a phone call from my sister today, “Hey how are you doing? How are you feeling? Is Mike okay?”
“I’m good, same stuff we discussed but to a lesser degree, hopefully, the GAPS protocol is working. Mike is good, he’s just a pain in the ass when he’s not working, kids are both okay, why?”
“Okay, I’ll call you back, I have to do some research, but I”ll call you back.”
“Nettie, are you feeling things nobody else feels? Have you had a seeing?”
“I’ll call you back, I promise!”
Mike asked me what was wrong, so I told him “I think she’s had a seeing” He looked perplexed and raised an eyebrow expecting me to explain. “Do you remember some years back before IFA remodeled? I told you about an old guy petting Troy?” He didn’t remember. Of course, he remembers nothing unless it directly involves him. oy vey! Okay so the explanation. . .
“Angell, get Troy, make sure he’s on a leash! Some people don’t like dogs and he’s big enough to scare lots of people!” Troy the brindle mastiff. Big doof, loves people and especially little kids!
In we went to pick up horse supplies, chicken feed and hopefully ferret food. Hope they aren’t out! Otherwise, I’ll have to order. It’s a Saturday morning, slow by their standards, just us. As we wandered through the store looking at horse-tack, specifically a bit for her mustang, the amazing “untrainable” mustang, a middle-aged man approached us. Brush popper had, old-time vest, crazy rag around his neck, handle-bar mustache, jeans tucked into books. . . classic local cowboy! They have not changed their style for over 100 years and I love it! All servicable wear but with style. Through sign-say he asked to pet Troy who without asking leave walked up to this gentleman and proceeded to lean against his legs for a long ear rub and tail scratch! I, of course, signed yes. He was surprised to see I knew a little bit of sign, smiled and began loving on Troy. After a few minutes, he smiled at both my daughter and I signed a pleasant thank you and wandered off through the store toward the front door.
We got what we needed, Troy wandering behind us, looking for more strangers to love on him. Upon check out, I asked if the store had been quiet and the clerk said: “Yes only you two for hours.” I thought that was weird so I pointed out “What about that gentleman who just left?” The clerk told me it had only been my daughter and me for hours! “No, there was a gentleman wearing a brush popper hat who pet the dog, he was mute and/or deaf. He signed to us.” My daughter agreeing the entire time. The clerk got a queer look on her face, asked us to hold on a moment. Within a couple of minutes, the manager, an older woman came out front and asked what we had seen. So I told her. She smiled and said “Oh, you met the Vet. He was a veterinarian here some 50 years ago. He enjoyed coming in after he retired. But he passed 15 years ago.”