The other day, when I was sitting with the barber's dog and his fleas, a kid came by on one of those kick scooters. The barber's dog jumped to his feet. I figured he'd start barking any second, as that's what my dogs do when someone rides by on a scooter. (Or stops to say hi. Or stands quietly across the street minding his own business.)
"Oh, uh... I'm not sure how he is with kids," I say to the kid.
"It's okay. He knows me." The kid says.
"He knows you?"
The kid tosses a Milkbone through the fence. "Yeah, Fella knows me. I come by here every day with treats."
For a minute I thought I might be hallucinating. "Wait. You come by here every day with treats?" I ask the kid.
"Uh huh," he says.
I really try to keep it low-key and nonchalant, but I'm not fooling anyone. "I come by here every day with treats!" I may or may not have suppressed a squeal. "Wow, that's so crazy! And great!"
The kid nods politely.
"I'm just so happy Fella's got another visitor!" I tell him. "Another friend!"
I didn't think to get the kid's name or find out where he lived or how long he'd been coming around. But I did ask him, "Can I take your picture?"