Love at first sight
My best loves were love at first sight, but I have to admit to having had some loves that weren’t so easily predictable. Loca for instance was not love at first sight, but she has, well, grown on me, if for nothing else than I am like a convicted convict’s mother, only one who would love her. Meanwhile, I was at Petco yesterday when a woman came charging in with a 40 pound dog in her arms asking for a vet. Turns out the dog was running across Tchoupitoulas, almost got hit by several cars, and she caught the dog and was looking for a vet. I took one look at the cute brown mutt and said, “What’s this?” sticking my finger under a metal chain that was attached tightly to its neck. “Looks like he busted the chain,” said the woman. “I can’t get it off.”
I asked the cashier for a pair of scissors and cut the plastic tie holding the chain and whispered to the woman, “Don’t return this dog to its owner.” She said, “No way.” Then I said, “You got lucky. This one is a keeper.” And I could tell by the way she smiled back and went to go look for a collar that that dog had found his mistress and that woman had found her dog. Love at first sight.