We were sitting under a tree near the grocery store when a kind old lady pulled into the parking lot and approached us. She said we looked like people she could trust and she asked if we could watch her dog (and her car, which was running!) for a few minutes so that she could run into the store and pick up a few things. Well, how could we turn down the offer with a daughter like ours who says "WOOF WOOF" in her dreams? We couldn't. OF COURSE we said YES to this amazing dog-sitting opportunity! And our twenty glorious minutes with Sparky began....
Phil found a harness in the front seat of the car and put it on "Sparky" so that we could take him out of the car to play. Nory helped take Sparky for a walk which was the best thing ever for about five minutes (she's 17 months old, what do you expect?!). After that, she was much more interested in the bikes going by, or the people loading up their cars with groceries, or the kids walking nearby. Phil also believes she's much more into "REAL DOGS" (ah-hem, BIG DOGS!) and is blaming her limited interest on that. This idea, by the way, completely contradicts my dream to have a small little white dog in our future. It's possible that I WAS THE ONE most excited with this lucky, lucky scenario!
Big dogs, small dogs. Whatever. There's one thing that we can all agree on after enjoying our new house this summer: SMALL towns are where it's at!
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