One thing I will miss about walking Hollis is meeting people in the neighborhood. When I run, I am focused. A speeding bullet does not have time to chat (that is so funny I just fell out of my chair. I am a slow runner).
I was walking Hollis Saturday and I ran into some boys (circa 3rd grade) playing football in the street. They immediately flocked to Hollis and his infinite cuteness. Then, they proceeded to tell me some stories worth sharing. The true 3rd-grade-boy feeling of this story is lost by typing it, so try, if you can, to imagine most of these exciting comments occurring simultaneously.
Boy 1: “My dog … my dog … when I like stomp my foot he runs really fast and if we see a rat he will catch it.” (Editor’s note: I did not know there were rats in the ‘hood – maybe Mercedes has been keeping them at bay?) Boy 2: My Jack-Russell Terrier once ate an apple pie … an apple pie in my kitchen … my kitchen has an island in it and that’s where the pie was and he jumped and ate it.
Boy 3: Your mom got rid of that dog.
Boy 2: Yeah, she got rid of him.Boy 1: Let me show you my scars.
Boy 3: Don’t show her that! Boy 2: You should go to the elementary school when we walk home from school because there is someone who walks a dog and their dog is like one week younger than your dog. (Editor’s note: Smart kid with the instant age analysis! He should be a vet.)
Boy 3: We have a wolf. My wolf will sit on his hind legs and hug me. (Editor’s note: Wolves AND rats are running around this joint? Why is my property value going up?)Boy 4: Yeah, you need to come to school when we walk home because you have the cutest dog in the world and I want to show them. (Editor’s note: Cutest dog in the world? Clearly this kid is my favorite)
Boy 1: So this scar is from … Boy 3: No. Stop.
I wonder who won their football game. J