I saw a post on Facebook yesterday, a small video of a homeless man and his dog. The dog caught my attention first as there is a special place in my heart for pit bulls. So misunderstood.
The video took me back to a hot summer day just a few weeks ago. On my way home from work. He caught me so off guard, he was situated right in the middle of a traffic island. The dog lay right beside him and he (the man, not the dog) was playing a banjo. A banjo! His case was open, ready to accept the loose change that might buy him a burger at the McDonald’s right there.
It was the dog that really got me thinking. I never really considered that the homeless might have pets. But of course they do. And with the little that this man had, that dog did not look to be starving.
The light turned green before I had a chance to think of something I could have done. I think I had a $10 bill in my wallet, but the light was green and I had to move on. All the way home, I thought of how I could go home, grab a baggie of MilkBones, and take that $10 to him.
I thought of the dog a few more times that evening. After checking on my own dog, I drove back up to the stop light.
But he was gone. I haven’t seen him since.
I hope his dog likes listening to banjo music. I know I do.
PS – When I visit with the dogs at the shelter, it’s always so wonderful to find an empty kennel and a sign proclaiming “adoption pending” – last week Irma and Maria found their furever home! Congratulations, ladies!!