The white and I - 2
An everyday story
Then we are standing there, the white and I, I am calling, threatening, commanding and flattering, but normally I end up pushing to get her started, I give her a push behind. And in that moment a train always pulls up and lets off a lot of people hastily running towards us, but nevertheless they slow down in astonishment of the scenery that meets them. And at that moment the bus stops on both sides of the road gets crowded with people that can´t avoid seeing what is going on, politly staring discretely at us.
When I finally have managed to push the white to the pedistrian crossing, she normally starts walking by herself, although at a slow pace. But one day, when we were half way across, her eyes suddenly fell on something fantastic - a mashine with huge brushes sweeping the sidewalks. The white´s eyes almost fell out in astonishment, in all of a sudden she was impossible to move.
Then we were standing there, the white and I, in the middle of the pedistrian´s crossing, in the middle of the road, in the middle of the morning rush, in the middle of impatient car drivers beeping their horns, and angry bikers cursing and crying at us, while the white where collecting impressions so hard that her brain was running hot, and could not be moved, because of all the impressing machinery she had been watching, this was probably most impressing of all. And I started to get really warm, particulary in the ears. But the white just stood and stood an couldn´t care less about all the people gathering on the taxi stop too.
A biker suddenly passed us very close, and raised his black gloved hand at us in anger while he was screaming something that was impossible to understand. then the white slowly turned her head and followed the biker with her eyes, because in the white breast there is a warm heart beating for bikers as well. And this gave her something else to think about and slowly she started to walk across the road. On the other pavement, I bowed down to the white to explain that now
we had to go home, but at the same moment something hit me hard in the hip, so hard that my back was shaking, knees failed and a furious biker in a glaring condom suit suddenly turned up besides me screaming "Watch out, you bloody idiot", while the white squaled with joy over the unexpected commotion. And just as I was about to curse back, to tell him all that I know about idiots who think that people have eyes in their back, I discovered that he was equipped with earphones ejecting loud music - something that certainly can be devastating to your judgement - and that he was unable to hear me. The man in condom suit cycled on standing with his bells dangeling, and I thought "knife, knife", while the white was wagging her tail, looking longingly at this nice man who let her so generously say hello to his bike.
Sometimes the white demands just to stand outside the post office. Somthing has caught her attention and she doesn´t want to go in. Then I have to push her in, but when we have collected the mail she definitely don´t want to go out again and I have to push her out again as well. The men are nice and help me opening the doors, and say comforting that, ok, at least it is good training for your arm muscles. I answer yes and thank them for their concern and continue outside to push and struggle to get her off the parking lot, and just then the bus passes, of course full with passengers moving their heads - in reflex - to see as much as possible of the incident. The white and I struggle disargreeing along the pavement, passing groups of people who had been standing at a distance staring shamelessly, but who suddenly turned into well-bred, courteous people as soon as we come closer, turning their heads away, looking at everything else.
As we turn around a corner we are in a lane which takes us home and suddenly the white turns soft as melted butter, her head close to my knee, walking in exactly the same speed as me, looking up at my face with her eyes shining with love and admiration. Like this we go on walking for several hundred yards, chatting, while the white dances nicely by my side. Not even a cat sitting in the middle of the pavement makes her forget that she is out walking with her mother, only mother counts and she is obeying even the smallest hint, because the white is the cleverest dog in the world - but that is when nobody sees us.
