It may have just been allergies, but Chevy Beyonce had some trouble with her eye. On Tuesday, it looked gross. Andrew and Allie made an appointment with the vet. By Wednesday evening, she was better. Andrew wondered whether it was worth keeping the appointment.
I didn’t offer an opinion.
So Chevy, Andrew and I walked the mile to the vet on the west side of Chicago’s Loop. As we walked, Andrew talked about his job. He’s been at this employer since starting as an intern in February. He’s not an intern anymore. He’s learning about boss relationships, client relationships, time relationships. I asked some questions. I suggested a little about what might be going on. But mostly, I listened. And smiled at the maturing I was hearing.
When we got to the vet, we waited a couple minutes. Then Andrew and Chevy went into the exam room and I waited. I texted with Nancy. I outlined last Thursday’s post. When they came out, I let Andrew pay. Chevy is their dog. We walked back.
We talked some more. Andrew and Allie talked about the vet’s comments. Andrew ordered our supper. (Pizza. It’s Chicago. Duh.) We took Chevy to the apartment, chatted with Allie, and then Andrew and I went to get the pizza. He pointed out a couple of the regulars on their street: the Tina Turner tribute street performer. The accordion player. Some of them are Chevy’s friends. In fact, some are people that Chevy helped out with her Christmas money.
I paid for supper.
I’m a dad. I love being with our kids. I love seeing them in their places, learning to live and laugh and even wrestle with tough decisions.
As I walked with Andrew, I thought “Is this the kind of walking God loves?”