Dan & Sherbert love to walk together for two reasons:
1. Dan doesn’t mind Sherbert’s glacial pace.
2. Dan likes to drive Sherbert to interesting places for walks.
So on Saturday Dan drove Sherbert back to our old neighborhood. The old hood is hilly so we constantly took Sherbert around in her wagon. (Remember the ice cream truck? Old neighborhood.)
Anyway, it’s been about six months since we moved and this was the first visit back.
As Dan and Sherbie rounded the first corner a rather large man came trotting out his house and said something to the effect of: “The big fat white bulldog! I thought it was dead!”
Dan politely chatted with the man (whom Dan claimed he had never seen before in his life) and explained that we’d only moved across town. The man confided in Dan that Sherbert must be the best “chick magnet.” (Which is true, I’m told.)
Onward down the block, Dan and Sherbert were walking past a rather rundown house with an older gentleman outside. The old man cooed when he saw Sherbert and said he had to get his wife Emily. Off he went into the house to fetch Emily.
Apparently the old man and Emily used to watch Sherbert walk by (it would probably take five minutes for Sherbert to walk the length of their house). They too were happy to see that Sherbert was still alive and well. Again, Dan said he had never seen these people before in his life.
When Dan told me this story Saturday night I was cracking up. While we hated the apartment we were renting in that neighborhood it was a pretty great place to stroll around with the bulldog.
In fact, this blog, in many ways, was begun in that neighborhood all thanks to the ‘little white potato’ incident.