A few summers ago I typed up this conversation I had with my mother. I just ran across it the other day and thought it was worth sharing.
Me: What have you been up to today?
My mother: Ach, it’s so hot and the people down the street go to work and leave their nice big dog tied in their yard, but then the poor thing winds its rope around a pole and can’t get to its water all day. I see this when I walk by. But I had a ten foot piece of PVC pipe.
Me: Oh? PVC pipe?
My mother: I had to put it across my bike and then walked the block to their house.
Me: Uh huh. Okay. Then what?
My mother: There was a small opening along the bottom of their fence, so I sat down on the sidewalk and carefully pushed the pipe under the fence to the dog’s water bowl. Then I pushed the water bowl to the dog. It took a long time, an inch at a time because I didn’t want to spill it, but he was so grateful, the nice dog. He just slurped it up.
My mother: Luckily, nobody came by or they would have wondered what I was doing, and why this old lady was sitting on the sidewalk. I was afraid the owners would come home.
Me: Don’t you think you should just tell them.
My mother: Ach no, of course not. I can’t do that. It’s none of my business.