SEPTEMBER SONG

Hello Dog Park Pals,
The song of September is upon us. The cool hints of autumn are in the air and leaves slowly drift to the ground. It is a bitter sweet time that the doggies do not notice, at least, consciously, as we do. What a sweet pleasure they possess to be oblivious to the passage of time. But, I bet that they do on a cellular level and in their bones. The sweet little darlings (mostly) go blithly through life in a bliss that we cannot understand. But they are not without their radar and survival instincts, in fact, far more so than we two legged beasties.

I remember a number of doggies who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge: Buster and Walker come to mind. Buster our senior friend of Chocolate Lab variety...a good and sweet boy. He is remembered. When I first came to dog park, there was a senior golden named Walker. His human did not know that Walker was the middle name of you know who. The human was quite appalled as he was a liberal Chicago type. His name was Allen the dentist. I haven't seen him in more than two years. So, I guess that Walker crossed over. Are dogs re-incarnated? Personally, I think so. I met a dog communicator who told me that my previous dog, a gorgeous golden named Lucy had been re-incarnated in my Jordan. I would like to think so.

Dogs Du Jour: I met two wonder dogs over the passed weekend. One, named Charlie, a female of several years old, wore her pink collar with pride. She is a breed mystery...small, terrier, beagle or a duck. That's right, a duck. Charlie quack's like a duck. No kidding. Her owner got her at a Chicago Rescue that I can't remember. When Charlie's humans saw her for the first time, she quacked. I thought she was making it up. Then Charlie came over and quacked at me. It seems that she is a special needs girl who has had asthma or is it ephemzia, from being a puppy. Her owners heard that quack and it was dog-duck love. How sweet it is.

I met a very senior dog girl named Rosie who is a Newfoundland and (perhaps) golden mix. She is 17 years old. I thought big doggies were not prone to longevity. But, I guess that is not necessarily so. This Rosie is slow of movement, she is entitled and lays and surveys the park and its action. She has a brother named Moose who is a Lancier. What is that? It is a sub-breed of Newfoundlands who are black and white. Moose also is known as having dreadlocks. Almost like Aaron's old dreads. Moose could possibly use a bit of grooming. His humans said they could not cut his dreads because he just refused. I pointed out that they were supposed to be the alphas. They finally admitted that they preferred the "Au Natural" look for the breed. Whatever.

I love summer so much that the thoughts of fall leave me a bit bereft. So, pardon my misty blog.

That's all she wrote. Roe