My dachshund attempted to eat the tennis balls off of an older lady’s walker while my giant labradoodle made sweet, sweet love to his human girlfriend.
Let me back up.
The dogs and I walk every day. If it’s actively precipitating and we can’t go, there is great unrest in the pack. We walk! That’s what we do!
Maybe 18 months ago, we made a new friend on our jaunt around the neighborhood. There’s a family-owned barbershop a block over, and the mom of the owner does nails. She was sitting outside on a bench in the sun when we came by.
Big Doodle basically attacked her with slobber and love. He just knew she was his person. Their love was mutual and immediate.
Since then, the barbershop has become a can’t-miss destination. When Big Doodle hurt his leg at the beginning of the year, our goal was for him to be able to walk to the barbershop. It was necessary for his emotional well being. They are his pack.
The pack has expanded to include the owner of the shop and the lovely woman who does hair. They let us come in and shed all over. They then ply the pups with dog treats and popcorn.
Yes. They save day-old popcorn and bring in treats just for Big Doodle and Lil’ Frankfurter.
At first, Lil’ Frank was scared and did his usual cowering routine. But now? Now, he feels completely safe and will get a little pushy about wanting – nay, requiring – his recommended dose of popcorn.
So, Lil’ Frank lets folks pet him, and Big Doodle makes the rounds, gooing on whoever will talk sweet to him and offer a few pets. It’s clearly the highlight of their days – mine, too.
Today, an older lady was getting her hair set when we stopped by. Her walker was standing next to the barber chair. No big deal.
The dogs enjoyed their popcorn and their pets. And then? Lil’ Frank noticed the walker. It had split tennis balls on the bottom of the legs so that it would glide easier.
Tennis balls! Lil’ Frank lost his mind. He was so excited! He then attempted to remove the balls from the walker.
Meanwhile, everyone laughed and Big Doodle slobbered on his girlfriend and she cooed, “Oh, Doodle, I just love you so much!”
Is it any wonder that when we walk by on Sundays, we must all stand forlorn at the door, pouting?**
I’m thankful for these kind people who welcome our ragtag crew.
*Except on Sundays.
**One Sunday we were pouting and the owner pulled up right then and there, as if on a mighty white steed. He let us in and of course provided popcorn. Now, Big Doodle thinks that if he just pouts long enough, this should happen each time.