Best trick-or-treat of the night – two teen girls on foot, with a third one in a motorized wheelchair. I think she has cerebral palsy. I had been letting Rocky, our shih tzu, run out onto the front porch every time I opened the door, and this time was no different. The girl in the wheelchair lit up when she saw him.
The first two took their candy, and I walked down the steps so the third one could reach some. She kept looking at Rocky, and struggled to tell me her family has a lot of dogs. I asked her how many, and her face showed her effort as she proudly said, “Three.”
I asked her if she’d like to pet Rocky, and she was obviously excited when she answered resoundingly in the affirmative. So I put down the candy, picked him up, and held him out to her as she rubbed his head with one hand, seemingly unable to use her other one.
She stopped petting him long enough to gesture toward the other two girls, saying something I couldn’t make out. One of them laughed, looked at the other, and asked, “Did she just tell us to go?” Clearly, she wanted this moment to herself, and they weren’t going to begrudge her that as they walked up the driveway and waited for her at the street while she kept petting Rocky.
When I finally put him down, she said, “Thank you sooooo much!” then put her hand back on the controls, turned her wheelchair around, and sped up the driveway to her friends/sisters. I’m still not sure if she ever took any candy, but there’s no way she would have gotten a better treat than the one that interaction gave me.