I love listening to people talk, and I justify my tendency to eavesdrop in public places by reminding myself that I am a writer, and this is what writers do. I try to be discreet, and usually succeed, with the exception of one occasion years ago. I leaned back so far in my chair to make sure I did not miss the end of a thrilling story that I fell backwards, crashing onto the floor and badly blowing my cover.
Recently, I was having coffee and enjoying the conversations of the people around me. Within the span of less than an hour, I heard these six dog-related comments:
“I have to take my dog to the vet on Thursday, but I could meet before 7:45 or after 8:30.”
“I was at Jessica’s, and she has the most amazing gardens in her yard, and she had a flourishing mint patch so I took a little sprig and ate it. So then Jessica gasps and says, ‘Oh, no! Don’t eat that! My dog pees all over that!’”
“Did you see that picture of the dog by the coffin? Man, I hate this war.”
“My kids really want a puppy but I cannot take on one more thing for the next few months. Maybe after the holidays I could begin to think about it.”
“My uncle steps in dog poop all the time. I have no idea why it’s always him, but he always seems to find it. It makes my aunt super mad.”
“There’s been a stray dog by our house for days. He’s skinny, there’s no collar and I can’t catch him.”
I might have heard more, but one nearby table was filled with quiet talkers—not very considerate of them, really. What have you heard lately about dogs from the people around you, whether they were talking directly to you or not?