Image: Maria Laura Bratoz 2012
The dog wearing the tuxedo made it special.
That’s a hell of a gimmick.
Truth was, Michael didn’t need a gimmick, but that was who he was, and that flair went into his creations.
I hadn’t worn a suit since graduating high school, but Michael made me look presentable when my father died suddenly.
He made me look like a groom a few years later.
“You scrub up well,” was a phrase I kept hearing.
“I always look good,” was my usual response.
“I’ve never seen you in anything other than a T shirt and jeans.”
“Well now you have,” I said many times.
The dog in the tux is named Bob, and it suits him.
He welcomes anyone who comes into the shop and sits quietly when not on welcoming duties. His favourite toy is an old wooden darning mushroom that once belonged to Michael’s grandmother. Michael wasn’t too pleased when the pup found it and claimed it for himself, but “It’s only an object, and Bob loves it”.
Bob has a basket behind the counter for afternoon naps ‘when things get quiet in the shop’.
In much the same way as a good barber, Michael is part craftsman, part psychologist.
His words got me through my father’s funeral.
“He gave you everything he had and he had to go, but his love will be with you forever.”
The suit Michael created had tear stains when I finally hung it up, and it will stay that way.
Bob was slow to realise that I’d come into the shop, and he looked a little confused.
I bent down and risked my bad knee to scratch behind Bob’s ear.
I looked up at Michael.
“His hearing is going and he will be embarrassed that he did not notice you,” said Michael, stitching a hem.
“It’s okay Bob,” I said, “I can’t always remember people’s names.”
Bob didn’t seem to appreciate my less-than-expert attempt at making him feel better, but he did lick my hand.
“Bob, can you ask Michael to make me a suit that will make me look like I know what I’m talking about?” I said.
“What’s the occasion?” said Michael.
“I’ve been asked to give a twenty minute talk to a gathering of about two thousand people. About half of them are likely to be skeptics, which will be fun,” I said.
“You’ll win them over. I’ve heard you speak. Just find the smiling face in the crowd and speak to that person,” said Michael.
My speech went well, and I was in the City on business, so I visited Michael and Bob.
“The suit did the trick,” I shouted so Bob would know I was there.
Bob trotted over to me and received his pat.
“Your father would be proud of you,” said Michael.
“I hope so,” I said.
I offered to take Bob for a walk, and Michael liked the idea.
Walking a dog in the City in the middle of the day is no mean feat, but Bob and I managed it. We weaved in and out of the distracted citizen until we got to the river. Bob ran up and down the bank, and I sat on the grass.
I called Bob, but he didn’t come so I waved my arms like a mad person and he saw me.
A very attractive woman watched us perform our dance, and Bob jumped on me with delight.
“Is he an old dog?” she asked.
“Yep. Me too,” I said.
She smiled, and I remembered my dad telling me, “Take a cute dog for a walk and the girls will be all over you”.
“You never met my dad, did you? “I asked.
“No. I don’t think so,” she said, and I knew the rest of the day was going to be delicious.