I am fairly accustomed to the feeling of being a spectacle here. The white woman pushing her two white babies around in a very large stroller contraption is bound to make some heads turn around here. Yesterday, a good friend and her dog came to visit for the afternoon and we took the kids for a long walk to the park and then on to Starbucks for an end-of-the-day treat. As we were walking, I noticed that every head in every car, as well as every person outside in front of their houses was staring openly at our entourage. There was a steady murmur as well of commentary as we would go past people’s properties.
I turned to Karla and told her that I was used to getting a fair amount of attention when I walk down the street, but parading through South Central with a 100+ pound Newfoundland tagging along was setting a new record.
It was great, actually, in the way that big dogs make people stop in their tracks and it is like they can’t stop themselves from talking to you. Zoe the Newfoundland was certainly an event on our streets yesterday, and I am certain that I will hear about her from my neighbors in the days to come. And when Mercy woke up late last night to use the potty one more time, the first words out of her mouth were: “Mommy, where’s Zoe?”