Taking it Easy
As I
awaited at my flight gate,
a
woman walked her Golden Retriever
off
the flight before mine.
The
dog, obviously in its latter years,
made
it to the cool tile, and lay down,
not
being persuaded by its owners
to
move a muscle.
The
owner, instead of pulling the leash,
or
picking the large dog up
waited
patiently,
smiling
at the understanding passengers
as
they went by.
A
family stopped: young parents
and
two little kids
and
petted the dog
which
looked only mildly interested
at the
attention.
The
lady’s traveling companion,
likely
her husband, took a seat.
I
envied the dog a bit.
There
have been times in the airport,
where it
would have been nice to lay down
on the
cold floor and not move
and
not care what anyone thought.
Before
I had to figure out
how to
tiptoe around them
to
board the plane,
the
dog decided its rest was over
and it
moved on.
