Ol' Buddy and the Hardware Store

Jilda had a class today so Ol' Buddy and I had it on our own. I blew through my to do list like I was cranked up on caffeine and diet pills....not that I've ever done that.
I even started tackling the "Things to do" list. I actually maintain two to do lists. Thinks to do and things I'm REALLY going to do.
I had to run by Lowe's and get a new water filter because we were beginning to taste chlorine in our water.
It was overcast when I left, but by the time I got to the store, the sun was blazing and my black truck heats up hotter than a cauldron of boiling roofing tar. I realized there was no way I could leave Buddy in the truck.
I parked near one of the outside buggy stations, I grabbed a plastic buggy and threw Ol' Buddy in. The yard boy looked at me questioningly. I could tell he hadn't been trained on how to deal with customer/K9 issues. "He's a seeing eye dog," I said by way of explanation. He was a young guy and I could see the wheels cranking in his had but I hustled off with the dog before he figured out I was pulling his leg.
There was no greeter so I figured I could pull it off without getting arrested for some kind of weired statute involving canines and lumber supplies. I quickly pushed Buddy over to the plumbing isle and scooped up my replacement filter and headed for the checkout.
A kid in line in front of me spied Ol' Buddy and started oooing and ahhhhhing. Suddenly all eyes were on the dog. Fortunately the line was moving along and I slapped my AmEx on the counter and in a flash we made our getaway into the blinding morning sun.
I imagined the assistant manager thumbing through the store policy book so that he would know how to properly deal with similar situations in the future.