Walking the Dog

I am an old man walking alone on the street. Who wants to see me, smile at me, talk to me. No one. Because, I am just an old man alone walking on the street. Then we got the dog. A beautiful lively sweet dog. I am an old man walking a dog on the street. People see us, smile at us, talk to us. A man with a big dog calls out from across the busy street wanting to meet her and talk. Beautiful young women want to pat her, give her a treat. “Isn’t she cute, what’s her name? How old is she?” I am an old man walking a dog on the street.