Unfiltered Story #290473
I’m the author of Sometimes Winging It… Works.
Now, this story doesn’t really have anything to do with that one, other than me getting reminded of days past in my life.
Some years ago, I used to walk a neighbour’s dog, for free mind you; I wasn’t a teen in need of money, and I really loved this dog. She was a golden retriever, with the personality you think of when you think of a golden retriever; goofy, energetic, and loveable as frick.
It was summer, I was dressed in an over sized t-shirt and underpants, and I’d just gone out on the porch, where my dad and uncle sat.
Dad: Did [Dog] just walk by?
Me: What?
Dad: A dog walked by on the street.
Me: Was it [Dog]?
Dad: I don’t know, it looked like her.
Me: Was anyone with her?
Dad: No.
Me: Did she have a leash on?
Dad: I don’t think so.
Uncle: There was somethign long dragging behind her.
Now, the way my neighborhood looks like is ten houses along a street that ends in a dead end, but continues with a walking/cyclking path. But behind my side of the street, and behind my house, is the main route through my village, and lorries often come by, carrying tons of lumber. I got worried, and hurried out on my street, looking down the road. I could just make out a creamy white, dog-shaped form far down, head in the grass, and indeed, something long tied to it.
Me: [Dog]?!
The form whipped it’s head up, staring at me.
Me: [Dog]!
The form took a hesitant step forward, then antoher, and another. Ten steps in, I deem the form to be [Dog], and she recognizes me, because she’s booking it towards me. You know the happy dog jump-run? Her ears flopping in the wind, sundshine kissing her beautiful face, tail spinning like a rotor. I more or less catch her in a hug, and she’s just SO happy so see me, even though I walked her yesterday, I’m going to walk her this evening, and I’m going to walk her tomorrow.
The long thing around tied to her is the rope her owners tie her collar to when she’s outside, so she doesn’t wander off. But apparently, she’s walked off, with the rope. So I gather up the rope, and walk her back home, and knock on the door, and my neighbour opens.
Me: Hi, I found someone enjoying a bit of freedom.
Neighour: Did she get loose?
Me: Yeah, and she took the rope with her.
He takes the rope and laughs, while [Dog] walks in, not a care in the world, to enjoy some fresh and cool water.