New Puppy

Every morning, I walk Shelby in my backyard. Part for health reasons, as I do not want him sniffing around other dogs' "stuff". The other part is for laziness. I am not the kind of person that would like to walk him around the neighborhood. My philosophy is "do what you have to and do it quickly". This morning I looked two yards over and saw the man who lives there walking a tiny puppy. Brown and white. Real cute. Of course, Shelby, being the curious dog that he is, started barking. He thinks he owns the block. After I pulled him away and he quieted down, I realized who the man was. He was the 16 year old boy that lived in that house, when I moved in. Even though he lives two houses away, I have not seen him for years. He lived there with his mother, father and sister. His parents have since died and his sister got married 25 years ago. But, here he was, all alone in his house, walking his new puppy. Then, I did my calculations. My older son was one year old, when I moved here. My younger son was not born for another two years. This man has to be 46 years old. I never see people coming to his house and he was never outside. I guess in 30 years, nothing has changed for him, except for his new puppy.