About mid-way through our morning constitutional (yes we
still take two walks a day!), we passed by a house in the midst of
construction. A little boy, my
guess to be about nine or ten, was digging around in the rocks and dirt in what
used to be a front yard. He was
obviously there with his dad who was working on the house.
As soon as he saw Spud, his face lit up like lights on a
Christmas tree.
“I like your dog!”
he shouted.
“Thank you,” I responded. “His name is Spud."
“SPUD!” he laughed. “Can I pet him?”
“Sure, if you have permission.”
He flew over to his dad who gave him the green light to meet
my Spudster.
“Tell him to sit” I instructed the little boy, as I handed
him a treat to give Spud.
Instantly, Spud was sitting and “giving paw” before the boy
even had a chance to utter the commands!
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Kevin”
“Well, Kevin, just hold your palm out flat and Spud will
take the treat.”
And Spudster did just that, as gently as a 70 lb. - ADD -
solid muscled Boxer is capable of!
If it was possible for Kevin’s smile to get bigger, it did!
“Thanks!” he said, as he gave Spud one last stroke on the
head.
“You’re welcome Kevin and Merry Christmas”
“You too”.
Spud and I were a few houses up the street, when I heard
Kevin shout, “Bye Spud”.
I turned and waved, knowing I had just experienced a
Christmas Blessing.
A joyous, blessed
Christmas to you all.
