FRIENDS, FAMILY AND COLLEAGUES: THIS IS A SECOND BLOG FOR TODAY, WEDNESDAY. AN INCIDENT JUST HAPPENED THAT I WROTE ABOUT. HAS BEEN SENT TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD INTERNET SITE. THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE OKAY WITH A SECOND BLOG. GRACE AND PEACE, MARK.
A Tale of Two Neighbors
My wife and I begin our third year of residency…we live on Long Bow Drive. Each morning I take our three dogs for a walk. Well, the accurate reality is they take me. Maybe you’ve seen us…a Cavalier, an English Cocker and a Yellow Lab. The Lab had not been treated well by his former owners. We picked him up from an animal shelter 24 hours before he was to be euthanized. That was last summer.
This morning [and this has happened twice in the last week] the dogs and I were walking. A gentleman came out of his house walking his dogs. When there’s another dog, the Lab gets protective and does not have laryngitis. Besides, I’m not a Dog Whisperer. I am trying to calm him down…miles to go on that. I held up my hand to the man with the two dogs, “Mister, would you mind holding up so I can get back to my house.” He didn’t.
The Lab didn’t like that. In a heartbeat I got twisted and found out the street pavement was harder than my elbow, left leg and ribs. The man walking the dogs did nothing. Looked and left.
I then heard another voice, another neighbor approaching my flattened body, “Mister, are you hurt? Should I call Emergency?”
He came up to me. The English Cocker was licking my face to get better, the Cavalier was yipping like mad at the man who left and the Lab sat next to me and licked my arm.
I got up, noticing some weakness in my left arm [yikes, my fish casting arm!] and left leg. Made it. Phew.
The helping neighbor then walked with me to my home. What a friend and neighbor.
The other man kept walking…in another direction.