Monday, June 23, 2008

Neighbors

Last night the four of us decided to go for a walk - The Husband, The Wife, The Baby, The Dog. It may have been cut short by a screaming infant, but on our way to the park I said "Hi" to our neighbor. He spends hours, I think daily, shining his red SUV (I don't know what kind of vehicle it is. It is red. I am woman.) He jumped up and said he had saved his bones and gristle from his T-bone steaks earlier in the day for Bentley. Could he have them? He told me he's going to save the bones for my pooch every week. Every Sunday they have steak. Every Sunday Bentley shall dine on fine bones and ... gristle. Five minutes, two t-bones, and a plate of scraps later we continued on our way to the park.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

perhapes I should treat my neighbours dogs more like that instead of telling them(the dogs not the neighbours) to go home every time they're on my yard.

Linda said...

Lucky dog!

Brenda Funk said...

that's pretty neat. I'm sure Bentley is glad to oblige.