I nodded my head, although I didn't have a clue which store she meant. I hadn't driven the nineteen odd blocks to South Jordan since 1996, and that only in follow-up to an ad for an outstanding yard sale. But I'm glad I nodded, because it seemed to spur her on, although it did nothing to minimize her lukewarm tone, which quickly turned cold, then faded into bitter as the story unfolded. Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey, not cookie dough. When I went in and when I came back out.
Nobody leaves their dog tied up for that long.
I nodded again, this time in complete understanding. Nobody who loved a dog would leave them tied up for half that long. Just as no one who loved a dog would be able to drive off and leave them. So I was happy to note that the man finished the story by relating how he'd driven around the block twice before returning to the store, putting the yarn dog into his truck, and bringing her home as a permanent part of the family. You have to walk them every day, as I'm sure you know.