Anyway, on our very first walk this weekend, Pa let me lead the way. I sniffed my way to the park, I sniffed up and down the dog run, I sniffed inside the park (where I stole an orange hockey ball), and I sniffed down blocks I've never sniffed before. And all the while, I was analyzing every telephone pole I passed. It was the perfect walk; a dog and his man, wandering the streets with no particular place to go and no deadline to meet.
After wandering aimlessly for about a mile, I came to a stop in front of a seemingly random house and stared intently into the yard. Pa was perplexed. It wasn't like me, after all, to spend extended time staring into a yard--examining a fire hydrant yes, but not gazing into an empty yard. Pa looked around and, after a minute, he realized where we were: we were standing in front of my old pal Ralphie's house.
My Pal Ralphie |
I miss my friend, but I'm glad to know that he's still around...keeping an eye on things.
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