Dogged Determination

Jerry, our neighbor across the street is a good friend. A couple of weeks ago we noticed our lawn service had stopped mowing, without even the decency of notifying us about it. Our grass was growing out of control, and “going to the dogs.” The lawn appeared as if the house was deserted and my husband and I were quite upset. With no luck, after an extensive search to find a replacement, I tactfully approached Jerry to inquire if he would take over the job, since he is handy with green growing things. Jerry agreed! We shook hands and off he went to get his riding lawn mower. What a relief! Within an hour, our property was once again neat and tidy thanks to his excellent work and tender loving lawn care. Besides having green thumbs, Jerry and his wife are passionate dog lovers. A while ago, they adopted an abandoned little dog, saving his life. His name is Buddy and he follows Jerry everywhere, trotting close to his side, unless something of interest sparks his eye. . . but he does listen to Jerry, and returns quickly, I gotta say. Buddy As Jerry takes Buddy with him almost everywhere he goes, when Jerry comes over to mow our lawn, Buddy is right there with him, his canine “supervisor”, making certain that doesn’t miss a blade of grass that needs cutting. While I was eating lunch yesterday, I spied Jerry mowing our lawn. I picked up half my sandwich and walked out the door to give Jerry his check for mowing. As Jerry paused to accept the check, in a flash, without any warning, Buddy grabbed the sandwich out of my hand with incredible skill and dogged determination. I stood with my mouth agape in disbelief that Jerry's "partner" had purloined my lunch. I wish you could have seen the expression on my face! Jerry and I laughed 'til our sides hurt, while Buddy, wearing an innocent yet satisfied grin, sat a few feet away, licking his lips. After considering the entire situation however, I suspect, Buddy was celebrating "Bring Your Human to Work Day" and had only collected his due payment for his supervisory skill. The last thing I heard Jerry say as he crossed the street back to his house was, "Baloney isn't good for you, anyway." While our lawn was beautiful, I was still hungry! Do your pets “grab a bite” and run? Leave a comment and tell us all about it.