(part 4) Goldie’s human extended her hand. Therein was a small doggie treat. Our eyes, not quite level, met. There was an energy flowing in the air between us. An entire conversation silently played out.
‘Please, I would like a treat,’ my body language suggested. I do not know where these words, silent thought they were, came from. Rarely did I pause in my exploration of the wooded park to interact with humans. And I was generally not motivated by the promise of food. Nor was I the type of dog to scarf down any treat for the sake of it. I had refined tastes and was not too proud to admit it.
“Jackie Jack. You can have a treat any time,’ she answered my silent entreaty with a silent response of her own, holding out a small doggie treat for my approval.
I leaned into smell the milk bone.
A tidbit offered in the name of kindness. Because at its core, that is the purpose of life; to be kind and generous. And Goldie’s human is exactly that.
JeanneAugust 28, 2019 at 11:50 pm
I am smiling…
jackandandreaAugust 29, 2019 at 2:57 am
I am so happy you enjoyed the story. Now I am smiling 🙂