Although Georgia is almost stone deaf (unless she’s faking it), she knows when the UPS truck pulls into the driveway. Then again, maybe her vision has become much more acute to compensate for hearing loss.
She spots Sean, the driver, at 500 feet away. I spot him at 480 feet. I recognize the UPS bark.
Yesterday I went out to meet him, leaving Georgia inside barking in front of the sliding door. He went to the back of the truck, where she often follows him. He handed me the package while Georgia continued to let us know she was there, watching.
“I’m glad to see she’s still out and about”, he said , lifting his chin in the direction of the house. “I haven’t seen many tracks and I was afraid she’d passed on.”
“Nah, she’s an old codger but still gets around. Funny, she’s as deaf as a post but always knows when you’re coming up the drive”, I said.
“Good to hear”, he grinned and drove off.
I started crying as I went back inside.
Such a simple conversation that offered so much: an observation, a concern, an acknowledgment, from someone not quite a stranger, not quite a friend.
Sean has a place in my heart now.
How often does that happen to you or because of you?
Namaste- the UPS man made my day!
Alexandra Langstaff 
Love this one my pet; short but oh so sweet.
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Thank you honeybun
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ah, jeesh.
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I know.
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