Day 73
The boys and I load the wagon with Cub Scout popcorn and
head out. We’ve got lots to
deliver and little time to do it.
Order forms and money are due at Thursday’s pack meeting. On a whim I grab a box of dog treats
and toss them in the wagon.
“What’s that for?” F. asks.
“I thought it would be fun to pass out dog treats. What do you think?”
“To dogs?”
“I was thinking dogs.”
“Awesome!” I
love it when one of my ideas gets an “awesome”.
We live in a neighborhood of dog walkers. We haven’t gone more than a house
length when we spy our first dog.
F. grabs the treat box and sprints towards the pooch.
“Does your dog want a treat?”
The owner smiles, “I think she’d love that.”
F. takes three and drops them into the dog’s open mouth. The dog’s tail wags manically as he
waits for number four. The owner
gives Rosie’s collar a light tug and they continue their walk.
We don’t limit our dog treats to walking dogs. We also hand them out to dogs inside
houses of homes getting popcorn.
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