I Bought Food for a Poor Old Man and His Dog – What I Saw at My Door the Next Morning Left Me Frozen

Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed my cart toward the commotion and saw what was happening at register three. An old man stood there, maybe 75, wearing a flannel shirt that had seen better days and a knit cap pulled low over white hair.

His basket held the basics: milk, bread, eggs, a can of soup, and two bags of dog food. At his feet sat the sweetest little terrier I’d ever seen, wearing a red bandana with “Pippin” stitched across it.

An adorable dog sitting on the floor and staring | Source: Unsplash

The line behind him stretched halfway down the frozen food aisle. People were checking their phones and tapping their feet while making that huffing sound that screams impatience.

“Just take off the milk,” the old man said, his voice shaky. “How much is it now?”

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