Our sweet Samson is in puppy training class right now. One of his newest skills is learning how to politely walk on a leash. And he's doing pretty good at it, if I dare brag a little. :)
Since the weather was so lovely today, Samson and I went out for a practice walk around the neighborhood.
Then, a boy about 12 years old came out of a house across the street. He stopped and stared at Samson and me, and then waved like he knew us, but I didn't recognize him at all. I tried to rack my brain of all the deacons at church to see if I could place him, but I don't think I'd ever seen him before.
"Cute dog!" he said. And so I invited him over to come pet him if he wanted to. This little boy was so friendly, asking if I was new to the neighborhood and where our house was. I told him we were pretty new (Although we've lived here for more than 9 months now. Is that still new?) He wanted to know if I walked my puppy down this road regularly and how far we had left to go. He seemed like he was ready to invite me into his house to play a round of welcome-to-the-neighborhood Monopoly or something.
"You look like you're about my sister's age," is what he said next. I could tell he was ready to introduce me to his sister so that she could be new best friends with the new girl in school and her cute dog.
"How old is your sister?" I asked.
"Fourteen."
Bless his heart. Bless him for being so friendly and welcoming and adoring of my puppy, but so far off on my real age.
"I'm actually 26." I said with a smile.
"OH! Well, maybe I'll see ya around..." He was embarassed and definitely surprised. And suddenly ready for the conversation to be over.
"Ha, yep, see ya!" Any time I start worrying about looking too much like an adult, I'll see ya around, kid.
