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I unwrapped it and broke off a portion. Some for you and some for me, old boy!" I put his part of the sandwich on the sidewalk. He came up, sniffed at it, then walked off, slinking, staring back at me over his shoulder as he walked down the street away from me. Hey, wait, buddy! That was peanut butter! Come here, have some bologna! Hey, boy, come here! Come back!" The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. I he dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment. I walked on toward the department store. It was the same street I had walked along to go to high school. |
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