Monday, February 9, 2009

Kids and dogs


Today I have spent hours combing through various large hard drives gathering images of Ireland for my website re-do. In the course of that rummaging I have found bits and pieces of text, often about animals. This one, from before my move to my current location, brought back some good memories of a dear friend who died summer before last. I'll have more to say about him at some point. Meanwhile, here's that other little piece...

The other day I was taking one of my dogs for a walk. About a mile from the house, as we passed a big playground at a park, a little boy of about eight came running up to us and asked if he could pet my dog. I said of course he could. My dog is a big fellow and very imposing looking. Most folks don't want much to do with him unless they get to know him, in which case they find out he's a creampuff and a lover. This little boy had no fear at all, even though the dog is big enough to look him right in the eye, and when I said he could pet him he dove in and gave the dog a big hug around the head. Normally I wouldn't advise that kind of behavior around any strange dog, especially not around such a big fellow. But I knew my dog and I knew it would be all right. Mr. Dog responded to the assault with an equally vicious and determined tongue-bath on the boy's face and neck. It was love at first sight. The kid said he had had a dog, but his dad had given it away because it was "too much trouble." They played for a while and the kid was thrilled when he discovered that my dog will sit, down, stay, stand, come, and heel on command. Poor dog! Nothing would do but the kid put him through his paces for the next few minutes. They both seemed to love it. But about that time we heard someone calling from the parking area and the kid said he had to go. As he ran off he turned back and yelled a goodbye to my dog-- but not to me!

Boys and dogs. What a combination!


7 comments:

Brigid said...

I don't know what touched me more, the look in his eyes, or the sentiment. They are such big parts of our lives.

Rio Arriba said...

I don't have words sufficient to tell how much I miss him.

The Hermit said...

I can't imagine a boy not having a dog.

Earl said...

Rotts! Gotta love them!

I had one that literally saved my life. Long story, not for here.

Your story reminded me of Kanone. Thanks.

Rio Arriba said...

I really get angry when I see Rotts described in the media as ravening child-killers. Baloney. I have had three males and they were all wonderful gentlemen: kind, sweet, loyal, and all very intelligent.

I don't have one now because I cannot bear to lose another one. All three of mine, from good breeders, went before their time from cancer. Just can't take it any more.

Funny you should mention, Earl, but the second one saved my ex from a killer who is now on death row. Yes, they are great dogs.

GreyBeard said...

The photo leading off this post, set me back a bit. We lost our Rot, a couple of years back also. Again to Cancer. His 8 years were about the best 8 dogs years I've ever known.

GreyBeard

Rio Arriba said...

GB, my boy was 8-1/2. None of my Rotts made 9. But they were all very, very special. I read the newspaper rubbish and I think, "What the hell are they talking about?"