Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…… I am an animal person. I love all animals so it wouldn’t be unlike me to make sure the ‘mouse’ had a warm bed and a nibble of cheese. Well, that is a bit of a stretch, but you get the idea.
We were in one of the big box pet stores the other day looking for Christmas gifts and sweaters for our dogs. I dare say the pet store was every bit as busy as any of the other retail stores in the strip mall. People are crazy – in a good way – about their pets. Matching pet and fur parent pajamas, ‘Santa Baby’ frilly dresses, stocking caps, Santa Claus outfits in every size, Christmas stockings filled with goodies, you name it, they had it and all of it was flying off the shelves. My husband had to redirect my attention a time or two from oogling over the dogs in the store and get back to focusing on the task at hand. I literally want to pet every one of them. (I don’t want to be a Debbie-downer here, but it’s important – if you have little breed dogs, please carry them or put them in a shopping cart. I have read too many stories about little dogs who met with a bad end encountering much larger dogs in a pet store) What does one get for the pampered pet who has everything? We have 5 and then there are the grandpups…..
Taking a break from Christmas shopping, I took one of our Yorkies for a walk. It was a beautiful day, not balmy, but not too chilly either. Think dogs don’t know what we are saying to them? Tasia is my walking partner so when I decide to go for a walk I say, “walkies”, and I don’t even need to be looking her way. Her ears perk up, she runs around in circles and watches my every move until I get her harness and leash. And off we go on a walk through the park and around the pond. Hundreds of Canadian geese take a rest break from their migration this time of year, gathering in and around the pond. Tasia loves to watch them as they rush en masse into the water when we approach. As we rounded the bend of the pond, there was an elderly couple, slightly bent with age pushing their walkers, their dog in tow. I hate to say elderly people are adorable, but let’s face it, it was adorable. Whenever I walk with our dogs I pick them up to cross the street or when encountering people and their dogs on a walk. It’s a habit, and not one I will break anytime soon. The elderly woman watched me pick up Tasia and said, “Oh, is the little one afraid of our Bubba?”. “No,” I answered, “it’s just our habit.” We commented on the beautiful weather and went on with our walk. Clearly, this elderly couple loved their ‘Bubba’. His muzzle was graying and he had a few extra pounds around his midsection likely attributed to age, extra dog treats, and limited exercise.
When Tasia and I were headed back we encountered the couple and their Bubba again as they headed in a different direction. We stopped and watched them cross the street, two elderly people pushing their matching walkers enjoying an afternoon walk with their dog. It was just one of those moments, you know? All was right with the world…..