Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Dixie's little adventure

DIXIE AND ME
Dixie and I had a little adventure today. I had walked her this morning in our neighborhood, so I decided to take her up to Covington Park this afternoon.

 I opened the back door of our car, and Dixie politely waited until I picked her up and put her on the floor behind the driver's seat. She didn't get up on the back seat; she stayed on the floor, a smart move.

 I decided to go to the back area, near the softball field. We walked in the shade, then came back so I could sit on the bleachers and watch the kids practicing baseball.

 One of the boys came to the fence and praised Dixie. I told him that her two goals in life are to get fed and to get petted. So he came around the fence and petted her. She then laid back, and he rubbed her belly and said she was a good-looking beagle.

 He said they go to East Forsyth (Kernersville) Middle School.

 Another boy came to the fence and wanted to pet her, but the team's activity bus came up the drive at that moment.

As we were walking to the car, a black SUV came up, and a man and two girls got out with softball equipment. We didn't stay to watch, and Dixie didn't get petted again today.

 As soon as we got home, Dixie ran to her water bowl; then she found a spot to cool her belly.

 We went again yesterday, but we had no luck with the natives. One guy just hurried into his car and drove off. A couple sat at one of the tables, but the man ignored Dixie and the woman said she wouldn't pet her; didn't want to make her own dog jealous.

 (I think she was more concerned about touching a dog while she was eating.)

 A bunch of cars went back to the softball field, but it was too hot by then; so we came home.

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Saturday, September 8, 2018

Going to the dog park without my cane

(NOTE: I originally wrote this in my Tom Gillispie blog on Feb. 22, 2015.)

LADY AND I USED TO GO TO THE DOG PARK OFTEN
I did something today that I hadn't done since August 2009; I went to the dog park without my cane.

 I use the cane for balance and stability; if I'm losing my balance, I put the cane down so as not to fall. It's great on the uneven terrain at the dog park, and I also use it to protect myself from running dogs. I just put the end of the cane on the ground in front of me, and they run into the cane, not into me.

Today, we got to the dog park, and I looked everywhere in the car, but no cane. I knew where it was — leaning outside the kitchen door at home — so Lady and I just went on into the park.

I didn't want to go into the big-dog side without the protection of the cane. Running dogs could plow into my legs and knock me down. So we went into the small-dog side (which had the added virtue of less mud).

We were alone for a time, and then people started bringing their small dogs. One woman asked if Lady would hurt another dog; I told her that Lady is the sweetest dog in the world. Then more people and dogs came in.

Lady got petted, and she even herded the other dogs (all much smaller than she is). She ran a bit, and I had to work to get her to come to me so we could go home. She'd still be there if she'd had her way.

But we made it home ... and I found the cane leaning against the house at the kitchen door.

I may have to put my backup cane in the rear of the car (Note: I take it everywhere with me now).

NOTE: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016.

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