I went for a walk at my brother’s house while visiting him for Thanksgiving. I picked up a stick out of a brush pile on the side of the road. It just feels right to walk with a stick. And the last time I went on this walk a dog bit me. I would not describe myself as a dog person. No sooner had I picked up the stick a dog came running towards me. I was ready for it. But when I saw the dog cower down and still continue to crawl to me, like a servant bowing before a king, I lowered my scepter. I mean my stick. Still a bit unsure I decided to just tell the dog to go home and continue on my walk. The dog did not go home, but trotted along side of me. I concluded that if a dog was going to be this agreeable I would welcome a companion on this walk. After all, the thing hadn’t even barked.
The first time a car slowed down to pass me I didn’t even think about the dog. It was not my dog, why should I care if the thing was run over and killed?
So on we walked, the dog darting back and forth across the road, wandering into yards, and occasionally glancing over at me. Once it stopped and growled a low growl at a house sitting close to the road. I couldn’t see what he was growling at, but I took a good look at the house in case the dog was trying to communicate some important information to me.
The next car that came along I felt that I should return the favor and keep the dog out of the road. I don’t remember cars slowing down that much for just a person walking on the side of the road.
I made it all the way to the highway and I was about to turn back. I felt it was my responsibility to tell the dog it was time to go back home. He kept right on following me as I headed back the way we came.
About halfway back a group of three little white and black dogs came running and barking at us. Growling and snapping at Rover. We’d come this far together I felt I needed to call him something. I raised my stick and broke up the little ruckus.
The dog followed me all the way home today. And I hope we can do this again tomorrow.
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