Beaumont the Sheepadoodle and I are walking back from the river.
He is not great on-leash. Some might say he’s awful. (Sorry Beau. It’s true.)
He tugs and pulls, especially if we’re on our way to the park. On the way home is not as bad. Unless he sees a squirrel. Or another dog. Or a leaf blowing in the wind. Or a butterfly. Or… you get the picture.
Anyway. We’re walking home and he’s pulling and I want him to pay attention. To me.
I stop about 10 feet from the crosswalk at Bowness Road. The deal is, when I stop, he has to stop and sit and then make eye contact with me before we move on.
He does the stop and sit well. The eye contact. Well, let’s just say he can take his time getting there. Like lots of time.
This particular day I’m into what feels like minute gazillion of waiting and he’s still looking around refusing to make eye contact when a voice behind me says, “Excuse me ma’am?”
Startled, I turn my head and see a young boy, about 12 years old, on a bike. He’s stopped on the road beside me and is looking at me with concern.
My mind immediately jumps to, ‘I wonder if he’s lost’ when he says, “Do you need help crossing the street ma’am?”
I almost burst out laughing but manage to control myself and reply (sweetly, I promise), “Oh. Thank you so much. That’s so kind of you. But no, I’m just waiting for my dog to pay attention to me before we cross.”
The young boy nods his head (I’m not sure he believed that I didn’t need help) but with an “Oh. Okay,” he gets back on his bike and rides off.
I didn’t wait for Beau to make eye contact. I pressed the crosswalk light and we crossed.
I had something to prove.
Footnote: This happened shortly after I read one of those memes on FB about how what’s wrong with the younger generation today is they respect no one because parents/teachers can no longer use corporal punishment.
My father used to give me the strap when I was young, the writer said, and I’m okay.
I disagree on two counts.
You’re not okay if you think having your butt or hands strapped as a child didn’t hurt you.
And the second count, as this young boy so beautifully showed, there’s nothing wrong with the younger generation (other than perhaps their eyesight).