One morning Stephen called me to come downstairs with our dog Dewey so he could look out the front window. A petite woman was across the street walking her 60 pound dog. Dewey loves to look out the window and bark, so it was a perfect start to his day. Before I finished setting him in the bay window, he was barking.
The lady had stopped next to a tree where a squirrel was taunting her dog. The dog was bouncing around the base of the tree looking straight up. We couldn’t see the squirrel, but clearly he could. During the course of 10 minutes, the woman made several attempts to leave with her dog, but he kept pulling her back to the tree. She would try to distract him, they’d walk a few feet and then the dog would drag his owner back.
Upon hearing Dewey’s incessant barking, the lady looked over to our house whereupon we smiled and waved. She reciprocated. Like voyeurs, we were unable to take our eyes off the scene. While waiting for her dog to lose interest in the squirrel, she passed the time with her phone. Attempting to distract the dog again, she made it as far as 20 feet whereupon the dog pulled his owner back to the tree. At one point, when neighborhood dogs started barking, she enticed her dog to move toward the noise. Again after walking about 20 feet, he turned back to the tree, dragging his owner behind.
Maybe tired of standing around or perhaps thinking we were bored with the scene, the lady finally picked her dog up and carried him. We couldn’t stop laughing watching this tiny woman waddle away toting a dog that was nearly as big as her.
When it was all over, we realized this was not only the perfect start to Dewey’s day, but ours as well.
May the farce be with you!
One more thing. Dewey’s an Italian Greyhound, a breed of dog that’s notoriously quiet. Dewey’s an exception to that rule. Here he is hoping to find his own squirrel.