“Otto, would you like to come with us in the mornings sometimes? My little dog Buddy is a good little fellow. Maybe you can walk him, if you’d like? If you’re not too busy.”
I watched as he put out his hand and stroked Kirby’s wide, honey-colored head. Kirby in turn put his head on Otto’s lap and emitted a large sigh.
“Otto, would it be all right if I come back with Buddy and my friend Joy? I know Buddy would like to meet you. That way he’ll know you a little bit when we go for our walk. What do you think?”
Otto nodded and shifted his gaze to look out the kitchen window.
“Sure, bring your little dog and your friend. I have enough tea and cookies,” Otto said enthusiastically. “When?”
“Later today? Will you be home?”
“Yes, where else?” He chuckled brightly. I’d made his day.
I stood u
