Old dog walking

I saw something really nice on my way home from work today. Someone was out walking his old dog. The dog may have been a Boxer, or a Pit Bull, something along those lines, but was obviously very old — he had a grizzled muzzle and was overweight, swaying and shuffling along slowly, taking small old dog steps. He was wearing a clean bandanna and seemed to be smiling and happy, just out for a small walk and getting a bit of fresh air.

The impressive thing was the 20-something young man walking with him. He wasn't in a hurry, content to walk very slowly with the dog, and he was pulling a wagon. The wagon wasn't a metal wagon, but a nice wagon with good wheels and wooden slat sides that came up about ten inches. Clearly he brought the wagon along knowing that at some point the old dog would need a ride. But how wonderful, to see that young man barely walking, allowing the old dog to set the pace, waiting patiently for him to be tired enough to need a ride home.

It's good to see there are still real men in the world. Most of those afflicted with a Y chromosome are merely guys.