Extraordinary Stories From An Ordinary Guy: The "Walking with the Bones" Story

My mom's cookie jar

It was an ordinary day. Carol and I are going for a walk around the neighborhood. Our neighborhood, if we take the long way around, is approximately 2 1/2 miles of walking and generally takes about an hour to cover the walk. Quite a bit of up and down walking with a trek through the Overlook Park which borders our property. I say an hour, but it can take much longer if all the neighborhood dogs are in their yards. Before we leave our garage I grab a big handful of bones that we keep in a ceramic jar that belonged to my mom. Neat jar, shaped like a dog. We first encounter our next door neighbor's dog Brody who is a rescue dog and a mixed breed. Fun dog who knows when we are coming and keeps a close eye on us as we approach. He is so gentle when he takes the bone from us. He then drops it to the ground before he picks it up again and starts to eat it. When I mow the grass every week he is usually patiently waiting at the property line for his bone. Across the street from Brody live two small dogs with big barks. Minnie, the poodle is black and white, and Maggie who is a Lhasa Apso mix and is somewhat bigger in size than Minnie. Minnie is light brown in color with a dark brown face who was a rescue dog and is afraid of most everyone. When we first encountered her, she came right over to Carol who looked like a friendly face. Further up the street live Caden and Guiness who are very large and friendly dogs. They see us as we approach and run to the border of their yard. Caden is the noisy one, while Guiness rarely barks. Carol and I share the chore of feeding the bones to them. After receiving the bones they both continue to sniff our pockets for more bones. At the far corner of our street lives Chloe who is a black and white Husky mix. She is the most patient of all the neighborhood dogs. She sits motionless, looking at you and waiting for you to walk over and offer her a bone. The final two dogs on our street are Golden Retrievers, one adult and one youngster. The younger one, Emmie, who hasn't learned proper bone manners yet, tends to jump all over you. Camden is very laid back and gentle and waits his turn. As we turn and head for the park we sometimes are greeted by other dogs who must smell the remnants of the bones. Days that we are smart we bring extra bones with us on our journey. A walk around the neighborhood wouldn't be complete without a few dogs to greet us on our walk. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - My name is Courtney and I'm typing this story for my Tampah.