Good City People
This evening, while walking around the block with son and dog in tow, we met one of the neighbor kids. A dog, in our neighborhood or perhaps any, is always a source of curiosity for the youngsters. This young man approached us wanting to pet the dog and even reached into the "treat pouch" on my husband's belt loop for a snack to make friends with our canine. He then proceeded to follow us for a block, leading us through his alley and pointing out all the landmarks there - the dogs that are his but he keeps at his neighbor's house, his uncle's garage which had been infested with mice, his auntie on the back porch, and his godfather's house, all in one city block. We had an interesting jaunt together, but then he had to turn back as we left the block to return to ours. One last hug for our dog and he was off. As he cruised back down his alley on his bike, he turned around to shout, "You guys are good people!" He nearly ran himself into the side of a garage in the process. I yelled, "So are you!" in return. I have no idea what prompted his compliment, seeing as we just met. But that's a little of what life's like around here...