I DON'T HAVE A SHOT OF JOHN'S DOG, SO I'LL USE ONE OF LADY RUNNING WITH AN UNKNOWN BOXER. |
Lady and I went to the park regularly, and a man I knew only as John brought his dogs to the park. On this day, John had an old dog that was named Nacho or Taco or something like that; I don't think I saw this dog more than two or three times.
I had "met" the dog before, but, for some reason, he paid more notice of me on this day. He came over, said hello, got rubbed on the head, then laid down beside my left foot, actually leaning against my shoe. John joked that he knew who the dog wanted to go home with.
I realized the dog was just comfortable with me, and he felt safe. Sadly, I don't think I ever saw that dog again. Some time later, I asked John if the dog was OK, and he said it had passed on.
It's funny what you remember or think about, and I just thought of that old hound (probably part basset or part beagle).
It never occurred to me to take the dog home; but I wish he'd lived longer. It would have been great to see him again.
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