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 There really wasn’t anything going on at the
school crossing, much to the consternation of Billy … our town dog.
It was one of Billy’s duties to escort kids across the street to the
school. He’d been doing it ever since Sally, the former town dog,
passed away on Doc’s porch.
Billy spent each morning curled up next to the dog house the high
school woodshop kids built for him. He wasn’t nuts about the inside
of it, but there was some instinct deep inside our large brown dog
that let him know the house was his and was created in love. But
Billy certainly didn’t understand the words “quarantine” or “virus”
or “remote online learning.” Martin, the crossing guard, wasn’t
there either.
It was a dog-thinking dilemma, taken all in all. Should Billy leave
his post and go sponge some food over at Delbert Chin’s Chinese
restaurant? He’s not supposed to until all the kids are at school.
And none of them have come again today.
But his dilemma didn’t go unnoticed. There were two boys over on the
school playground, horsing around and enjoying the morning. And they
noticed Billy just lying there by his house. [to top of second
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So they walked over, petted the
dog, and waited until there were no cars. Then they crossed the
street. So did Billy, of course, wagging his tail.
Several street crossings later,
the boys went back to the playground and Billy headed for the
backdoor of the Chinese restaurant. Having an official town dog
requires love as well as dedication…on everyone’s part.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to
you to honor those masked folks who wait on us in the coffee shops
and take our temperature at the doctor’s office. Thank you for your
courage.
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