The neighbors across the road are selling their house. I will miss them even though the only family member with whom I managed to exchange a couple of words in the 4 years we’ve lived here is the elderly grandma who recently came for a visit.
I’ll miss them because of their exemplary dog Riley. He’s a dog to put all other dogs to shame. First of all, he’s mute, which is something they didn’t know when they got him. But he hasn’t been known to make any sounds at all. Second, Riley is utterly devoid of curiosity. He never tries to jump on people, sniff them, or drool on their clothes. Riley walks looking straight ahead without noticing anything around him.
Grandma says they got him as a puppy, and he’s always been exactly like this. It’s bittersweet that the neighbors are leaving because I keep hoping for a nice immigrant family or a family of newcomers from Texas or Vermont, somebody who will be interested in saying hello every once in a while. But you never know, it can turn out to be a bunch of surly Missourians with a herd of huge, aggressive dogs.
A total dream come true would be a Hispanic family with severe pet allergies and a couple of toddlers. But when did I ever get that lucky? I’ve already had extreme good fortune with the exemplary Riley.