When we moved into the house we live in now, a little over 2.5 years ago, we had a neighbor on one side who had a not-so-friendly dog.
We were always a little on edge while our kids ran in the yard, especially when we could hear Penny just inside the screen door barking and growling. At the end of last fall, the owners sold the house and a new family moved in. We have had minimal contact with the new neighbors, but we have said hello and do know that they do not speak much English. Another neighbor, who is bilingual, told us a little about the family and that they really only speak Polish. While out with the kids today, I looked up to see, suddenly, running toward us, one of the tiniest dogs I've ever seen. Its legs could be no more than 2 inches long. It ran straight for the older kids who had just gotten out of their waggon with its curled tail frantically moving side to side and its little tongue hanging out of its mouth. "A PUPPY!" my daughter yelled and squealed with delight. "Be gentle!" I reminded her. After only about a minute, the neighbor came running out in his slippers repeatedly apologizing. We had a very short, friendly exchange, though I doubted he understood much of what I said. He scooped the dog into one palm and waved as he went back to his house. Oh, the tears! Instantly my daughter wailed, "The puppy! I miss the puppy!" I'm thinking we will be getting many visits this summer, if my daughter has any say.
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Natasha
3/27/2022 07:42:59 pm
What a great change! I love the description of the puppy--it sounds adorable!
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