Each afternoon I load up George, my English Mastiff, into the car and head to the dog park. During the short drive I pray the walk from the car to the park entrance will be a smooth one. Luckily for me George is sleeping in the back seat and calm. The walk from my car to the dog park usually takes a couple minutes.
Lately, however, this has not been the case. I park the car and get the leash ready to throw around his neck while he is still asleep. Oh no! Not only is he awake, he’s fired up!! Ugh! I scan the path to see if it is “all clear” or if there are any obstacles to avoid: people, dogs, children, skateboarders, soccer balls, etc. If it is clear, it’s an easy walk to the park, but I am rarely that lucky as people and dogs are everywhere. The problem is that recently George has decided to greet each passerby with a loud bark and a playful leap. By leap, I mean he rears up on his hind legs and flails about like a crazy dog. Seeing a 175 lb. dog jumping around makes most people quite nervous, and their dogs do not seem thrilled either. I am not a fan of his new habit and am determined to make sure it is short lived. The last stop before we enter the park is the water fountain. I place George in a sit while I fill the water bottle. I know it is tough for him to be still so close to the park, so I anchor myself to the fountain. I have to be ready for the launch! This is George’s “last-ditch” effort for freedom. George is a very big sweet boy. Most people at the park know him, but for those that don’t, we want to make a good first impression. More importantly, I want him to be well behaved in public. I love his company and want to continue taking him places.
Each afternoon my mom loads me in the car, and we head off to the dog park. I love going to the park!!! It’s my favorite part of the day. When we arrive I scan the parking lot to see if any of my friends are here, or if there are any new friends I need to meet. Ugh, my mom lassoed me with the leash before I could escape. This means I have to walk slowly. Is she joking? I have things to do, friends to meet, and I have a million things to pee on. There is no time to waste. As we head to the park, I see dogs, children and parents. I HAVE to run over and introduce myself. As I begin to pick up my pace, there’s a yank on the leash and all of a sudden my mom and I are heading in the other direction. What just happened? Are we playing a game? Is my mom lost? Oh I see, we are going to meet some other people. Again I pick up my pace and start to warm up my voice. As I roar “Hi, I am George”, there is a yank, and off in the other direction we go. What is going on? I do not understand. At this rate, we will never get to the park. We trample through the bushes, walk behind some buildings and magically we make it to the water fountain. We are so close! Unfortunately I have to sit while my mom fills the water bottle. It takes forever. I pretend to sit like a good boy, but I’m actually inching towards the gate. Finally I make my move but mom has anchored herself to the fountain and I’m going nowhere. Waiting is sooo hard! I hope she gets over this strange behavior soon.