One day I was returning home from a lovely walk with one of my bipeds. We had almost reached home when one of our neighbours returned to her house and parked her car on her driveway. We were passing the end of her drive when she opened the car door and I could hear sobbing and wailing coming from inside the car. My biped and the neighbour said “good morning” to each other and my biped continued walking, but I decided we should go and investigate the crying. My biped pulled me back and said, “Come on, Clowie, this way!”
I again tried to go along the driveway and find out what was going on and again my biped stopped me. Then I heard our neighbour ask, “What’s wrong with Clowie? She usually walks so nicely.”
My biped replied, “I think she’s concerned because your baby is crying.”
The neighbour said, “Oh, how sweet! Clowie, I haven’t hurt Sam, he’s teething.”
Then she invited us to come and sit on the seat by the front door saying, “Sam likes Clowie. If I’m really lucky he’ll cheer up a little, if he sees her!”
We went across to the seat and I sat close to my biped. Our neighbour came across with Sam and sat next to my biped. I sniffed at his little feet, but he was so upset that he didn’t notice. His mother held his little hand and moved it so that it touched my fur. He opened his eyes and moved his hand in my fur and his wailing gradually subsided. I gave him one of my winning smiles and it wasn’t long till he smiled as well.
Our neighbour told my biped that she’d been to see the doctor with Sam because he was crying so much. The doctor had reassured her that there was nothing to worry about. She said that was a relief, but it was still stressful to have him so upset. Then she noticed that Sam was falling asleep and she said, “Clowie, you’re a miracle worker!”
My biped smiled and said, “We’ll go home now. I hope you can get a nap while Sam is sleeping.”
Our neighbour replied, “Yes, I’ll try. I’ll be asking you if I can borrow Clowie if Sam starts crying again! It’s lovely to see him sleeping.”
I was very pleased that little Sam was okay and that I’d cheered him up. We saw him with his mum a couple of days later and he was looking a lot better. He was very happy to see me. His mother told my biped that his teeth seemed to be troubling him less. She made a fuss of me and told me I’d made Sam better! That was a lovely thing to hear.
See you next Wednesday!