The Taxi Driver

Every day I walk Watson down to the end of the street around lunch time for his mid-day walk. More often then not I don't have anything for him to play with and I just let him off leash on the grass so he can do his stuff. The area that I go to is also next to the taxi parking. the taxi drivers are all very friendly and say hi to me and the girls. We converse in basic Czech and they all love Watson. There is one driver in particular who really loves Watson. He usually will break a stick off the tree for Watson and will throw it for him. This will continue until Watson breaks the stick. I have seen this taxi driver in other parts of town when I am running and he honks and waves to me. I'm sure it isn't me he recognizes but Watson. Today when I brought Watson to the end of the road our taxi driver was there. Watson saw him and perked up. I let him off leash and Watson greeted the driver. The driver then opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a ball to throw for Watson. It is great. I don't have to try to give my dog exercise anymore while I'm also trying to watch the girls b/c other people will do it for me. Watson has a lot of friends here and I don't mean just other dogs. He has the taxi driver, the bank security guard (who has given him half of her lunch) and other random people who we see regularly who always stop to pet and talk to him. I love that Watson is so well loved here.