Every night around 10 o'clock a man walks by our house and yells "Genghis" as loud as he can. The man is very punctual--you can almost set your clocks by him. He continues to yell until he gets a response.
Genghis is our neighbor's dog. He is a small terrier mix, cute as a button. He used to be a hairly little dude, but due to a mishap at the doggy care he attends, he has been closely shaved. When Genghis hears the man shout his name, he drops whatever he is doing and runs over to the window barking.
The man is Joe. We used to call him the Trumpet Guy. That was before we knew his name. When we first moved into the neighborhood, Joe had a trumpet. He did not really know how to play it, but he was really good at using it to make loud high pitched noises around 2 am. Last summer the noises abruptly stopped, and we started seeing Joe riding a bike around the neighborhood. I don't know what happened, but I speculate that a kind soul traded his bike in for Joe's trumpet.
Joe loves dogs. Unfortunately the feelings are not always reciprocated, because Joe often smells of alcohol which dogs tend to dislike. Yet Joe is persistent--he tries sharing his food with his canine friends. Often Joe leaves his leftovers by our building's door--they are for Genghis.
Despite acting strangely most of the time, Joe is a really nice guy. I do not really know his story, but a rumor says that he gets occasional help from Social Services in his continuous fight with drug and alcohol addiction. We wish him all the best.
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You know, with a name like "Genghis," I had envisioned a much bigger dog than what he apparently is :)
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