“They’re for my dog, really.”
I wanted to blurt out as I held the giant bag of Poise bladder pads that was impossible to conceal amongst any amount of groceries.
Although the worst trips were ones that I had to run to the store just for that item. As if some sort of bladder emergency had come over me.
I doubted anyone would believe me. The blame the dog alibi was as old as the age old the-dog-ate-my-homework, though in this case it was true.
I was sure everyone would think my excuse was comparable to when someone starts with the, “I have this friend who has this problem…”
—you know right away that there is no friend.
They’d raise a brow and look at me like, sure those are for your dog. Right.
Endure extreme embarrassment in order to care for the ones you love.
I knew my husband loved me when he agreed to pick up Tampax. Even after the time they had to stop his checkout of a cartful of groceries for an overhead price check on them.
I know he loves the dog as well, for he’s also agreed to pick up the bladder pads— and even took the time to seek the largest and most absorbent.
I must admit on my first trip it was to grab the first one I saw and flee.
When we got the loveable little puppy over 13 years ago I’d have never thought one day I would be buying him diapers.
Heck, I didn’t even know dog diapers, excuse me, I mean ‘male garment wraps,’ existed for dogs until the last few months. Add in giving the geriatric geezer pills for his arthritis and drops for his dry eyes and he’s right up in competition with other oldsters in competing for the most ailments.
Love is like that.
So what would you do for love?