“Hello there!” The woman patted Simon on the head and chatted with him while I stood off to the side, curious. We were at the counter of my vet’s office. Simon and I had just paid for his shots and were getting ready to leave, when this smiling woman came in with a cat carrier on her arm. “Hello!” She finally turned to me. “I recognized your dog. You walk by my house every morning. I live in the house on such and such a street…”
We introduced ourselves and had a few moments of small talk. I’ve never read Chekhov’s “The Lady With The Dog” but that’s how I feel. The lady with the dog.
People may or may not recognize me, but they always know my dog.
Simon and I walk three miles almost every morning. I mapped out a one-mile-loop and we do it three times. Fortunately I live within a mile of the only hills in Modesto, so it’s a great workout.
The mile includes some lovely, expensive homes; some rather run-down homes; and a stretch along the river that feels almost like countryside. I love to watch the changing seasons as we walk the same route every day.
It’s completely residential, but I hardly ever speak to anyone because I hardly ever see anyone. A couple of times a week I see someone pulling out of their driveway and I always get a cheerful wave and a smile. On the rare times I see someone in their yard they smile and seem to know me. And they always greet my dog. One lady actually came out of her house one day to take a closer look, and comment about Simon’s new very short haircut. She said, “I almost didn’t recognize him.” (We had never before had a conversation.)
A few years ago there was a woman who walked by our house every single morning at 6:45. If I was in the yard, we said hello and exchanged pleasantries. She was so faithful. I think she walked by our house every morning for three years. I didn’t know her at all, but I felt a warm feeling toward her because of her faithfulness.
Faithful. It occurs to me that that’s how people see me: “The lady with the dog – they walk by every morning.”
I like to think that my faithfulness in this small thing is making a tiny impact on the lives of people who see us walk by every day.
And it makes me long to be faithful in even bigger things.
August 11, 2011 at 10:29 am
I meet the same set of nodding acquaintances on ‘bunburner hill’ and they always notice if Niff isn’t with me. Lately I’ve been walking Mercina’s pair because they need the exercise. I think I’d get fewer comments and looks if I were cheating on my spouse!
August 11, 2011 at 12:16 pm
Funny!
August 11, 2011 at 3:04 pm
Rick is used to walk everyday to work downtown -with a spring in his step!- and one day he ran into a lady at the grocery store who said, “Oh, you’re the man I set my clock by! You walk in front of my house every weekday at 8:20!” Now, that’s punctuality!
August 11, 2011 at 3:13 pm
I love that story Judi! I guess we never know who’s watching us!
August 14, 2011 at 5:14 am
Oh yeah, we canines tend to steal the show. When my humans meet folks and get introduced its often as, “Sandy’s mommy and daddy.” I’m also the official neighborhood greeter. I’m sorry for your plight, but face it – canines ARE the superior species!
Sandy
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August 14, 2011 at 5:45 am
“Simon says” the same thing Sandy. This world is going to the dogs!
August 17, 2011 at 9:50 am
This is so sweet mommy! I cry EVERY time i read your blog. You have a beautiful way with words and I can feel your heart in every post. 🙂 I love you. (Also this pic of simey is adorable!)
August 17, 2011 at 9:52 am
I cry EVERY time i read your blog mommy! I can feel you heart in ever post. I love you! Thank you for being so faithful! (The picture of Simey is SO cute! I cant wait to see him!)