03 November 2007

Right thing at the right time

Goldie and I got the idea to go for a beach walk last night. She said it was depressing her to hang out at home with me and watch me write sad blog posts.

When we got out of the car, Goldie went into full tractor mode, dragging me forward (SO not like a Dog Whisperer show), because she knew what awaited.

The Bushes of Scurrying Rodents. There is this strip of landscaping that is full of little animals (I prefer not to think of them as rats). Goldie LOVES to hunt for squeaky little animals.

So as I wrangled the flexi-leash, trying to avoid tangles, she ran from bush to bush, jamming her head inside, seeking prey. I am sure we looked like maniacs, this leaping dog and this chunky woman jumping after her.

After 20 minutes or so, I called her off and her tongue was hanging to the ground. We headed for our usual second stop,this fountain where the water alternately squirts about 6 inches high, then gets higher, then goes away altogether.

The dog has it all figured out. When it is on low, she bites the water. When it is on high, she stands next to it and lets it splash her. And when it goes away, she flops down in the puddle, cooling off her tummy.

Most people ignore this. It is something that would make me laugh, but most passers-by act as if they don't even see it. But last night, there was a guy who LOVED Goldie's fountain show. He laughed and laughed and said "That's great."

"Thank you," he said. "I really needed that."

I felt so happy to be able part of cheering him up. I don't know why he needed it or what was going on, but his happiness made me happy, too. Sometimes - maybe always? - we are in the right place at the right time.

7 comments:

sognatrice said...

That Goldie is one compassionate pooch :)

Maggie said...

that's beautiful.

Average Jane said...

That sounds like great fun!

Assertagirl said...

Sniff. I miss having a dog! My cat thinks he's a dog, but it's just not the same...

Juliness said...

Sometimes it's even better to 'not know' cosmically speaking.

I think it's wonderful that he was even comfortable enough to speak to you at all. Which tells me you are doing something very right.

Way to go.

Lisa said...

Goldie has a great life, ya know it. What's better than the simple pleasure of feeling the wind on your face and a nice comfy couch to come home to (and to sit with someone who loves and adores you)?

That's so cool that she was able to cheer a passerby up.

Skye said...

I thought I was the only one whose dog bit water...

Back to top