In the last few months, I haven’t been to the park as much as I used to be, and the last few times I went I haven’t seen any of my friends. And I miss them. In fact, I’m a little concerned that perhaps some of my favourite people have moved away and I won’t be seeing them again, because I should have run into them by now. That’s the drawback of not being friends “beyond the fence;” you wonder and might never have the answers.
However, our dog park, being OUR dog park, is still the friendliest dog park around, and it’s easy to make new friends. This big dude is one of them. His owner is a lovely woman who lives in a suburb north of city (the same suburb as Ronnie, actually). It’s quite a drive to our park from her home, but like everyone who comes, she’s taken by the spaciousness and, of course, the friendliness of the people. Our Best Friend found the big fellow a little intimidating, but still preferable to King, who was skulking about as well.
A week or so ago, I was even called upon to fulfill the “ambassador role” once more. Interestingly, the fellow asking the questions was Jewish himself, but not religiously observant. He had been told by a rabbi that Jews should not own dogs, but as he was there with his four-month-old boxer pup, he obviously did not take this bit of misinformation to heart. It annoys me, though, that some people conflate a particular religious philosophy with actual Jewish law, and promulgate philosophic stance as an absolute religious dictate. And I’m glad the fellow paid no attention, because that puppy was darn cute, and I hope to have the pleasure of watching him grow into a beautiful dog.
So while I miss the friends who have been absent recently, I’m still going be a regular at the park, at least to welcome the newcomers and dispel misapprehensions. And I wonder, narcissistically, if after another ten years of regular attendance, people will notice when I don’t show up.
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