I enjoy going to our dog park and needless to say so does Porsha. Sometimes it’s all the socialization I need in a day, sometimes it’s too much. It has been so good for me on many levels. Many regulars at the park are who I may never have associated with or had a conversation with, had it not been for the love of a dog. I know that doesn’t sound kind but I think it’s probably how we all feel. I’m grateful to have met each of them. We strike up conversations naturally, just watching our pups at play. We learn helpful hints about dog obedience and health from each other. We start to care for family members mentioned during the time we’re there. We share recipes, talk about the weather, have some laughs, some disagreements and some tears. Most of all, over time, we love each dog as our own.
I’m loving the park here in CA as well. Such interesting individuals – the healing psychic who brings 5 rescues, the young man who has cancer, the man who claims he lies to airlines saying his dog is a service dog so that he doesn’t have to pay a fee 😡, Brad the chihuahua’s elderly dad whose eyes shine with pride, Daisy’s folks who rescued her from under a trailer…..
The love of a dog is such a blessing in our lives. They help us to become better humans – of this I’m convinced.