CHAPTER 11: RUSTY, THE WONDER DOG
“I’m home,” Tim yelled, “anybody here?”
His twelve-year-old sister, Tess, responded, “In the living
room.”
Tim joined her there, dropping his knapsack, chock full of
books, even though he was only in fourth grade.
“You’re home a bit late, Tim. What’s up?”
“Played touch football after school.”
“Did you walk Mrs. Kaufmann’s dog?”
“Oh, no! I forgot!”
“Better get over there, before there’s a mess.”
Tim raced the two blocks to the Kaufmanns’ house. He had
their key. When he opened the door, their Beagle, Rusty, was clearly excited to
see him. Rusty barked his loud Beagle bark, wagged his tail, a welcome waggin’
Rick would call it, and Rusty was excitedly jumping around as Tim put the leash
on his collar.
Tim and Rusty walked down Maple Street, the trees pretty
free of leaves, as this was late Fall. Rusty moved next to one of these maples,
lifted his leg, and gave out a little spurt.
“Is that all?”
Rusty did not reply.
The two returned, and Tim and Rusty went to the kitchen to
get Rusty a treat. There was a puddle on the kitchen floor and an unwelcome
smell in the air. Tim thought, Uh-oh, Rusty has had an “accident.”
Tim pulled several sheets of paper towels from the rack and
started drying up the puddle. Yellow. Smelly. He opened a cabinet, found some
Ziploc storage bags, and put the wet paper towels in them. He got some more
paper towels and repeated the wiping and the storing. There was still a smell.
What to do? He picked up the telephone and called Tess.
“Hello,” Tess answered. “Hello. Who is this?”
“Tess, it’s Tim.”
“Tim? Where are you?”
“Kaufmanns’ house.”
“What’s up?”
“Rusty peed on the kitchen floor. I dried it up…but it
still smells.”
“Wet a paper towel, put a few drops of dish detergent on
it, and wipe the spot again. Dry it with a paper towel. Then wet another one,
without detergent, and wipe again. Then dry it all up with another paper towel.
That should do it. I‘ll wait.”
Tim did as Tess instructed. A few minutes later, the smell
was gone, and the floor looked fine.
“Thanks, Sis.”
“Bye.”
When Tim told his mother what happened, she told him he
would have to apologize to the Kaufmanns for letting them down by not walking
the dog right after school as he had agreed, and for telling them what had
happened.
Mr. Kaufmann thanked Tim and told him the floor seemed
fine: “No harm, no foul.” It was not clear, however, whether they would rely on
Tim to walk Rusty again until he got older and more responsible.
When Rick got home from football practice, he heard the
story and said he’d call Rusty, “The Wonder Dog…he wondered whether Tim would
ever get there to take him for his walk.”
Moral: If you have a job, do not forget to do it on time!
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