Today a bit of non-fiction. Which means it really happened.
A red dog
The old man across the street needs a ride home. He was standing next to the primary school and waved down my car not knowing who I was. I pass his house daily, he never passes ours. When he opened the door and looked inside, a smile illuminated his face, as if he’d seen Virgin Mary.
We chat often. He takes a daily stroll with his omnipresent cane and our paths often cross. One day he showed me his cane and I saw – that it was no cane at all. It was a metal thing with a very sharp point. For criminals, he said. You never know who you meet out here in the open. Hm, I meet only you, I thought.
Another time he asked me how many years I’d give him. I said fifteen fewer than the number in my head. He proudly exclaimed he was 85 (I think, his dialect is heavy and I’m a foreigner). I asked him if he would get another dog since his old female dog had died recently. He said he would love to but his wife was not in favour.
The third time he was almost teary-eyed. He asked me if I’d seen a cane rosso. A red dog. He used to have a red dog but he ran away. He saw him just earlier, by the road, he said. I looked deeply into his eyes and tried to determine the level of illusion. Tell me if you see him, he said.
And now I’m giving him a ride home. He is happy and grateful. I tell him that I saw him in his garden with a new dog. A puppy was following the man’s every step as he was hobbling around his garden with his cane. It made me smile.
He smiles again, virgin Mary-like. It’s a silly dog, he says, breaking everything, chewing everything.
I’m so glad he has another dog. It’s not red though. I can now forget how later that same day when he told me of the cane rosso in tears, I was driving on that same road and looked in the rearview mirror, and damn if he wasn’t right there, below the lamp.
A small red dog, in the twilight.
In photos, what there is around here at the moment: A Mercedes Benz (not mine), a yellow dog (mine), whole lot of flowers and a white cat.
As the owner of a red dog, I feel for the man
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Thank you, Dan. I thought you might.
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What a nice story, Manja. 🙂
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Thank you, Markus! 🙂 Good to see you around. I see that you were travelling. Welcome back home.
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oh, that traveling was fun! ..so great!
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Lovely story
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Thank you, SMSW. 🙂
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I hope the man ended up with two dogs…
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There are several dogs strolling around by themselves all the time. They stay away from me, because of my bestia, but they don’t look lost, more like on a mission. Who knows what happened.
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I’m still looking for my black and white dog, but not because I’m fading mentally. 😦 How sweet you are to your neighbor, and my heart was happy when I read that he had a new dog. Someday I will, too! Sending extra special pats to Bestia today!
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Ahh, Lexi, this was years ago but I only see this comment of yours now, it slipped through. I suppose we all see our old dogs everywhere and in everything. I hope you get a new one. This neighbour still has this dog, and she is a little barking machine, but he doesn’t stroll any longer.
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Wow – this was only one month after our dog died. 😦 We waited a long time, but we do now have another dog! He is one year old now, and we are getting used to the puppy energy around our house instead of the very old, tired girl we lost around the time of this post. I’m waiting for those days of the happy medium – a friendly loving dog who does not chew and eat everything in sight and likes to lie down and chill for a while! How old is Bestia?
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Oooh, what great news!! I can just imagine him. Bestia turned 8 in April. He is calm, serene, affectionate and not nearly as crazy as he was (except around other male dogs he turns into a bestia). I wish you that your pup reaches happy medium soon. Your blog needs a post about him! 😉
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I had saved this one to read when I had a chance. I’m glad I did. 🙂
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Yeah! I’m glad you did it too, Maggie. 🙂
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That was a lovely tale. Very fond of all the poppies there. And white cat in the grass. (She could be mine!)
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Ohh, Joey, you have such a white cat? Poppies are indeed an excellent accessory of nature. Thank you for reading, always. 🙂
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I do. My Clara is all white with one blue eye and one green 🙂
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OMGGG! THIS DOG IS SOOO CUTE ♥
Check my dog’s story on my blog, visit my page you will like what I wrote about him 😀 and I would like to have your feedback!
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Thank you. 🙂
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I missed this one, the first time. I’m glad you brought it back out. ❤
The man? Is he ok?
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And I’m happy that you gave it a read, Kara. ❤ This one needs a second part. A bit busy right now but soon. Spoiler: The pup is still there. And the man is ok too. Thank you!!
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