we have a local homeless guy that collects recycling from my people and other people in our neighborhood.

his name is dennis.

i don’t know all of his story, but i know he likes cars and dogs. i can hear the tinny rumble of him rolling his cart up the street. right before he gets to our building, he starts calling my name.

even if i bark, he pets me. by now, he knows all of my spots. sometimes he brings me balls and toys that he finds. sometimes he gives me treats. the treats are actually bits of cookie or bread or other such things that people give to him.

i know he loves me because he takes time to hang out and pet me. i know that he loves me because he always calls my name and gives me some of his food even though he needs it and is homeless.

we have six other dogs on our street. he doesn’t call their names.

dennis rules.

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