My son was
waiting for me
outside a shop.
I’d told the dog to sit
and given the lead
to the boy.
I looked out the window
and the dog was up and looking
around, while the kid was sitting
down on the ground – but at least
he was holding the lead.
A big guy in a flouro jacket, pointed
goatee, lots of tats, was having a natter
and had patted the dog and I was only
watching a tiny bit out the window while
waiting to be served.
Out on the street a minute or two
later and I’m asking my boy what he
and the guy were talking about.
He said “well first he asked me if
this was my dog and I said yes. Then he
asked me the dog’s name and I said Bowie. And
he asked if he was named after David Bowie.
And I said yes. And then he asked me how old
he was and I said two and a half and also how old
I was and I said I’d just turned eight”
Was that all? I asked.
“No. He then started telling me that dogs put
their feelings aside and think of their owner first.
They don’t worry about themselves at all which is why
usually their tail is wagging and they worry, only, about their
owners – they get sad when their owners go to work all day or
when they are tied up for ages”.
My next question was whether the man had all the questions.
Did you ask him anything in return?
“Yes I did. I asked him if he had a dog. And he said that no
he didn’t. He used to. But his dog had died and it had made him
sad and he patted our dog again and told me to have a good day, said
we were lucky and to look after our dog and that our dog would also
look after us. And now you’re here and we’re walking along again.
And that’s it”.
That did appear
to be it.