I grew up with dogs. I've held dogs in very high regard since I first met our first family dog some 30 years ago, and even though almost 20 years have passed since our last family dog unfortunately had to be put down both of those furry bundles of awesomeness are still frequently in my mind. I've come very close to ending personal relationships when it came to disagreements over whether cats or dogs were the superior familiar. Not to say I hate cats, but there certainly is a hierarchy there if you ask me.
Anyway. I was going grocery shopping earlier today and out of nowhere a golden retriever sprinted in my general direction. There was a leash on him, but the owner was nowhere to be seen. The dog ran to a small tree, and started sniffing around as they usually do. I'm standing there smoking a cigarrette, and not long after the dog appeared I start hearing screams that said "Someone please catch him!" I look at the dog, figure it's him that's supposed to be caught, walk over and grab the leash. Now the dog was at first, understandably, a bit wary of a strange dude just grabbing his leash, but after we got acquainted, we got along just fine.
A couple of minutes later the owner, an older lady practically falling over from exhaustion from having to chase the fella for what I was told was quite a long while, arrives, and after catching her breath tells me that this is actually her daughter's dog that she was taking care of while the daughter was away on business. We chatted for a bit, and she insisted on buying me a cup of coffee at the café next to where we were as a thank you for catching the dog. We drank our coffees, I patted the dog some more and then parted our ways.
What's on my mind? I'd like to get a dog, maybe two. At the same time I realize that that's definitely not an option with how my life is at the moment, but still. I think I need to take a serious look at maybe walking rescue dogs yet to be rescued or something like that.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Anyway. I was going grocery shopping earlier today and out of nowhere a golden retriever sprinted in my general direction. There was a leash on him, but the owner was nowhere to be seen. The dog ran to a small tree, and started sniffing around as they usually do. I'm standing there smoking a cigarrette, and not long after the dog appeared I start hearing screams that said "Someone please catch him!" I look at the dog, figure it's him that's supposed to be caught, walk over and grab the leash. Now the dog was at first, understandably, a bit wary of a strange dude just grabbing his leash, but after we got acquainted, we got along just fine.
A couple of minutes later the owner, an older lady practically falling over from exhaustion from having to chase the fella for what I was told was quite a long while, arrives, and after catching her breath tells me that this is actually her daughter's dog that she was taking care of while the daughter was away on business. We chatted for a bit, and she insisted on buying me a cup of coffee at the café next to where we were as a thank you for catching the dog. We drank our coffees, I patted the dog some more and then parted our ways.
What's on my mind? I'd like to get a dog, maybe two. At the same time I realize that that's definitely not an option with how my life is at the moment, but still. I think I need to take a serious look at maybe walking rescue dogs yet to be rescued or something like that.
Have a great weekend everyone.