Spud & Kevin

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.