In the grocery store line I over heard the conversation with the Check-out Lady and the guy checking out in front of me. Check-out Lady's dog was in the hospital and she had cut off her cell phone to save money to pick her dog up from the vet. Thinking of my own beloved dog, when it was my turn to check-out I asked about her dog. Our conversation went something like this.
"She is a beautiful white lab. She is my baby. She has her own chest of drawers for clothes. It is like she is a person and wears clothes everyday," said Check-out Lady.
"I understand. Pets really feel like a part of the family," I said.
"She got attacked by two pit bulls in our back yard. Our neighbors participate in dog fights. I'm going to visit her after work today. The vet thinks she will make it," She said.
"I will keep you and your dog in my thoughts," I said as Check-out Lady hands me my receipt.
"My dog's name is SEX, for your prayers," Check-out Lady said.
"I will keep REX in my prayers," I said thinking I misheard her.
"No, her name is SEX. S-E-X. Her full name is SEX MACHINE, but we call her SEX for short," She said.
Trying not to judge, but it feels funny including the words SEX MACHINE in my prayers.