On Tuesday morning, after picking Dad up at the Pleasanton Wal-Mart, we were stuck in terrible traffic in a busy freeway interchange. I had my Guide Dog for the Blind puppy in the car plus my other dog, because I wasn’t sure how long I would be gone.
The puppy, even though she was on tie-down, was excited to have Dad in the car and kept trying to jump toward him. Dad was in an agitated mood from his little “unscheduled outing” and got very upset with her.
There wasn’t much I could do at that moment other than get through the traffic. And grit my teeth. (Which, if you read yesterday’s post, was not easy.)
Finally, the puppy settled down and went to sleep. Dad looked down at her and said, “Good kitty.”
Later, I told my sister about the story. “Oh!” she said. “No wonder Dad got upset! He hates cats.”