Farley’s New Friend
So, the day before my parents got home from their cruise, the doorbell rang. I answered the door, and it was a young man of about 10 years or so, asking if I had any dogs. The incessant barking should have given it away. He asked if he could take them for a walk, so I told him he could take Farley. I dug Farley’s leash out of the closet, and watched them walk down the street together. After they turned the corner, panic set in. I mean, I didn’t even know the kid’s name! And what if he didn’t bring my dog back? What would I do?
About 45 minutes later, this pair came strolling back up the driveway. The smaller half of the pair was just black with mud and puddle water, but he was also grinning from ear to ear, tongue hanging out happily. I thanked the young man for walking my dog, and proceeded to take Farley down to the basement for a bath. Halfway through the bath, I realized that the kid probably wanted to be paid. Oooops! I couldn’t even go to his house with money, because I didn’t know his name. I figured he’d never come back, since I was a bit of a deadbeat LOL
A few days later, he showed up again. My dad called me at work, and before I even really thought about it, I told him it was fine. I STILL didn’t know the kid’s name! But again, Farley made it back in one piece, albeit dirtier than heck. This time the kid’s mom came to the door as well, and they introduced themselves. I paid the young man for walking the dog and apologized for not doing so before. Mom explained that their dog had died in January, and they couldn’t get a new one, so the boy was missing his dog. How could that not tug at my heart strings?
Farley’s new friend has been back a couple of times now, asking to walk his buddy. He now gets the leash out of the closet himself, and Farley is happy to have the outings with his buddy. I, on the other hand, am slowly going broke. Also, my back’s a bit sore from the baths. But how do you say no to such a happy pair?