A story of a random act of kindness (with a lot of dog photos)

This is June.

This is June.

I’ve got a copilot.

Her name is June. She’s dirty, kind of smelly and often has a few remnants of last night’s dinner in her beard — but no one seems to mind.

Maybe because she’s a dog.

Actually, far from being a little repulsed by the fact that she eats food off the street and sometimes pees on sidewalks when she can’t make it to the grass — people really seem to love June.

Say hello June.

Say hello, June.

Take, for example, the guy in the red Jeep next to me as I drove down North George Street on Monday afternoon.

We were stopped at a red light, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as he rolled down his window.

I didn’t want to stare, but June doesn’t care about social norms because, well, she’s a dog. She deadpanned him from my backseat.

What was he doing? I’ve never been hailed at a traffic light before.

I could see him looking over at me.

I pretended like I didn’t see him.

I saw him motioning his hand for me to roll down my window.

I checked that my doors were locked.

He held up a milkbone.

June likes snow, but her beard froze.

June likes snow, but her beard froze.

I smiled.

Then, I rolled down my window.

“I always carry them with me,” he said. “You know — in case I meet a dog on a walk or something.”

And he tossed the treat through my passenger-side window.

I laughed and thanked him.

York is a funny — and often sweet — place.

What are your favorite stories of random acts of kindness in York?

 

 

 

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