Monday, 19 November 2012

November 19, 2012

I can't believe my last post was in October. When I started this blog I wanted it be a weekly thing, funny how stuff gets in the way.

So Harry and I are enjoying a nice off leash walk the other day and we run into a family, probably grandparents enjoying their grandchild. Keep in mind we are in the off leash area, so this little family out for a nice walk, is pulling their grandchild in a sled, remember still off leash, well Harry does what every dog presented with a eye level child, but runs up, nicely, and wants to get to know the child, perhaps a little kiss! Well the grandfather is trying to push Harry away, puppy vs old man, you can guess who might of won.  He is looking at me like I am the wicked witch of the north east west and south.  Memo to file, this is an off leash park, full of, of  I don't know DOGS!

These people fall into the same category as people on bikes, runners and young parents with strollers ( with the Happy Meal on the tray) that come down to the off leash and are more then upset that there are dogs, but worst yet dogs off leash that seem to like to run after moving objects, or in the case of the full meal deal lick off the residue of those chubby little cheeks at just the right level....what are you thinking. Don't want dogs around go up on the people path.  Then there are the exceptions, the wonderful cyclists that stop and pet all the dogs they encounter, the runners that run with their dogs and stop so the dogs can say hello and maybe have a bit of a run themselves, and the children that giggle like Tickle Me Elmo when anything on four legs approach them, big or small.  Then there is the young family that actually let the dogs actually come right up the the dogs and encourage interaction with them, and if they get knocked down they just get right back up and do it all again!

And then there are the dog owners that get really miffed when my dog wants to play with their dog and maybe gets rolled but keeps coming back for more.  Those that don't know dog language, rolled is when your dog is so happy to see the other dog, he actually rolls the dog on its back, nine time out of ten the dog gets up and wants more, but the humans are mortified that happened to sweet little "Muffin". Harry plays with a select few dogs including a Basset Hound, who by the way can give as good as she gets.  If you didn't know these dogs you would think that they were mortal enemies they way they bare their teeth and grab fur. So thanks to Edith, Max, Lexi, Watson, Jaz and Maebell for playing with Harry and for their parents that encourage the play!

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