No water for Walter

I know it is fall but here in West Texas, we have been in the seventies and low eighties this week. Though the night time temperatures have been on the cool side.

Poor Walter is almost by the street...a heavily transited street I might add with no water in sight.  I have been walking to the corner and watering him.  However, my leg has been giving me fits and on a good day I have been able to take him 5 gallons and others only two.

This morning I was headed to Stripes to buy breakfast when I saw him trying to get a drink out of this POS totally empty and beaten up drinking container.

I was in line at Stripes to pay for my food when this guy that was ahead of me, was taking way too much time flirting with the girl clerk.  We had to go out-of-town and I did not need any unwarranted delays.

What was my surprise when after my turn came to go to the register this man would turn around and say "Hi, neighbor"...it was Walter's worthless owner.  I have no idea how he recognized me because I sure didn't recognize him!  He was not wearing his traditional white cowboy hat...just a baseball cap.

I just wanted to tell him off...he is such a worthless individual!  If with all my leg issues I can walk to the corner to water Walter...why can't he or one of his equally worthless sons, daughter or son-in-law?

I did not have the time as I still had to load the car since I thought we might be spending the night in Uvalde...but I made time to water him.  Sure wish I could do a lot more for Walter...like finding him a caring owner.