Day 174
From inside the house I see a
beagle sniffing around our front yard.
I step to the right of the large picture window to see if I can spy his
owner.
“Stray dog!” I yell. The boys’ eyes never leave the
television screen.
“Shoes, shoes, shoes…” I mutter before finding one beneath the
table and another lying next to the door.
I slip them on and race out the front door towards the dog..and its
startled owner.
“Oh, I…” I stammer. “I didn’t see a leash and thought the
dog was loose.”
She holds up the hard plastic of
her retractable leash. An entire
front yard separates the dog from his owner.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I
laugh. “I just thought…”
“No,” she interrupts. “Thanks!”
We wave and both turn back
towards our mornings.
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