SOPHIA LOREN AND A MONK....HMMMM

Hello,

This is called free-association in my field. Dogs Du Jour....Sophia Loren, a 7 month old 60 pound gorgeous (like her name sake) Golden Retriever girl. Wow. The consummate female doggie. She just looks girlie and fun. Jumped into people's laps and just had a field day. A blondie, golden who probably will get to around 100 pounds, contrary to what her breeder from K-zoo said. The breeder lady, in advanced pregnancy herself, told the human of Sophia that Miss Sophie would only get to about 60 pounds. Since she is already at that weight at 7 months and has paws the size of Rhode Island...it is looking like a hundred pounder is among-us. Welcome Miss Sophia Loren with pantaloons like Otis the Golden and a smile on her face that made everyone around her smile. Her breeder (AKC) only has two litters of puppies, not herself, but her award winning show dogs, as a way to improve the breed and not to over breed. Too many dogs go unwanted.

The MONK. What is Sophia Loren doing with a MONK??? Actually, absolutely nothing, since they were a dp at different times. Monk, Aka: Monkey, Monkey Business is a Golden Newfy who looks Newf-ish and galumps around the park. He is a handsome boy with a sweet demeanor. Big, black and smiling: gotta love the dog smile. His human, Fern, got him off pet finders. He had been placed in a kill shelter in rural Iowa. How could anyone bring this dog to a kill shelter, or any dog to a kill shelter? But this special boy was seen by one of the Chicago Rescues that sent people out to Iowa to retrieve him from a dismal fate. Well, aren't we lucky to have him at dp. As you see, Sophia Loren would never be with a MONK! She is too sweet and though too beautiful for words, she is a modest girl.

Humans from Dog Park have gotten over: Das Booty Call. All is well and people are soaking up the summer days with the thirst of people about to embark on a desert trek. The dogs, ever blissfully impervious to weather, time and whatever, just enjoy it with great elan. It is such a pleasure to watch them. Often they are like watching a barrel of monkeys. Boy, I sure can't spell. Thankfully, the computer makes me aware of my surprising lack of this ability. I am forever surprised that words I have thought I had spelled correctly, were, in fact, not correct. Oh well, live and learn. What else can you do?

Chimmy stands for Chimichura (sp?) not Chimmichanga, as I have always mistakenly called her. Sweet Porty. She might have a future in the White House. Chim-meister, do forgive me.

Three gentlemen sitting on a bench...I don't think they are waiting for Godot. Or, may be they are. We just don't know. I made a 5 pm run to the dp, got the post work people and the park was filled with disconnected people and too many dogs.

I keep seeing people bringing their young ( 5 and under) children to the park. As Mochi's human said, "probably to get them used to dogs". Not the right choice.

I met someone today (not at dp) in my travels who, as a male of the human species told me proudly that not only did he have a dog, but chuauah..(sp). Then he further un-ingratiated himself by proudly telling me that he had proudly purchased his pup at a local pet store in Logan Square. I promptly launched into modified and polite polemic on the unwise nature of his purchase. I did not go into the questionable male-ness of a Chuauah. I figured that a simple go to a rescue was sufficient to bring him somewhat up to speed.

I met with someone recently who had gone to a networking thingy for social media. Everyone sat there texting other people. You remember that old fashioned thing called speaking to the people you are sitting with. They used to call it conversation.

Speaking of which, I liked the French composer, Francois Poulenc. He and George Gershwin were in Paris together as contemporaries. But, unlike Gershwin, when Francois Poulenc had nothing to say, he said it. So, since I have nothing more to add...

That's all she wrote. Roe