Lucky is a 15 year-old toy poodle who’s on his way to the dentist to have a tooth pulled.
He belongs to Mr. Brooks Brothers, the man I see in Starbucks most mornings.
I first saw them one Sunday more or less standing still, since Lucky now resembles a Hummel, unable to go very far. I of course ignored this, bending down to scratch his butt, one of those universal dog gestures that can’t miss, at any age.
Mr B, in his rumpled khakis and polo shirt, his hair sticking up like Alfalfa’s, talked about Lucky as if he’d be competing in the Westminster Dog Show.
Let’s just say, Lucky is so old, if you put him up on your bookshelf, he’d stay there.
This morning, when we met, Mr.B. was very nervous over Lucky’s dental appointment. I asked if Lucky was in any pain, and was he eating?” “Yes,” he said. “He eats fine and doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort.”
“So, why not just leave him be. I mean he is 15 after all.”
Well, you would have thought I was an undertaker, trying to make a quick sale.
“If you had an abscess, wouldn’t you have it taken care of? I mean really!!!”
Now, I’m not versed in figuring out how old I’d be in dog years, since it’s just too scary, but said, “if I was, you know, creeping up there, I might feel it wasn’t necessary to put myself through that.”
See, it’s always risky putting an older animal (not to mention a human), under anesthesia, which was the whole point he pretended, he wasn’t getting. It was clear he was concerned about it too.
“Who’s taking him to the vet?”
“Is anyone going with you (like the wife we never see)?”
“No, I’m going alone.”
“Want me to meet you there, ya know, for support?”
Boy, did I get a strange look. I wasn’t exactly making a pass at him, but of course, he doesn’t know me as Joan of Bark, just some stray he sees in the Starbuck’s line, but that’s his problem and yes, he declined the offer.
As they say in 12 Step, what you think of me, is none of my business.
Epilogue…according to sources (Julie the barista), Lucky came through with flying colors and is resting comfortably, reading the Times, eating mango sorbet, his favorite.