Ring ring ring.
Disembodied voice from Caller ID, “Call from wireless caller.”
Wondering what Andrew has forgotten, as he’s just left the house for work, I answer, “Hey, what’s up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. Can you walk down the road to the bridge by George’s house?”
Thinking that’s a very interesting request and assuming more details will be forthcoming, I say, “Sure.”
“There’s a big turtle that’s just starting to cross the road and I need you to go check on it in a couple of minutes.”
This from a man who says he doesn’t understand my animal madness.
He continues, “I’d really appreciate it if you’d pick it up and carry it across so I don’t have to spend the rest of the day worrying about it getting run over.”
As I went and escorted the turtle safely to the other side of the road, I thought about all the times Andrew has expressed a lack of interest in animals.
You buying it? I’m not buying it anymore.
I’d say he’s crossed way over into the “loves all God’s creatures” group.