More than I remember in my 12 years in my home. When we first moved here, we had Charlie, our lovely little Shih Tzu that saw me through my cancer ordeal only to find himself a few years later with cancer himself (I will always believe he “took” it from me.. )
And we were about the only ones out there walking and enjoying the morning air.
Then MaryKate joined in our walks and in our hearts. She was found by the dumpster by Jeff, who asked us if we could save her from her likely fate of an early death in the hot summer sun with no one to care for her.
Seems the little “pup” was an old gal. Very old. However, she lived with me, Charlie and Mr. B for another 5 years. Vet estimated her age at the time of death of between 15 & 17 years old..
No teeth, almost blind and completely deaf...We named her after a great-cousin in Ireland that looked very similar..and no offense meant to either MaryKate...
He walked me until he could no longer make it around the park. Mr. B would carry him to the back yard or to the park to potty..
Charlie died and within 2 months., MaryKate joined him. I will always believe she died of a broken heart.
We almost did too.
So there was a short time that I was not walking dog(s) at all.
Very short…. like 8 weeks. Eight sad, l-o-n-g and lonely weeks
Braxton came to save the day…. and the mornings.
Braxie walks the “quick step” and always walked a little prouder after his “beauty shop” visits..
Still, we saw no other dogs walking their people.
We’d pass dogs in their yards and Braxie would be so proud to be out and about..
Lulu joined our family and now we were 3 again - walking various routes around the neighborhood. Once in a while, Jeff would bring over his pug, Dax, and we’d all walk together.
Another little rescue dog, Angel was needing a temporary home while she was adapting to her “challenge". She lost both eyes due to neglect and mistreatment by who knows who.. She was adorable.. like a stuffed teddy bear who lost it’s “buttons” - she had a nose, and a great smile and was shaggy and cute- just no eyes. ( they (thankfully) closed her lids )
Lulu was her “guide dog” and we 4 would walk in the early morning light - Lulu guiding Angel over the curbs and around the obstacles, Braxton watching for traffic…and birds...and cats …and bright, shinny objects.
Angel went to her great “forever home” and is still walking much to her rescuer’s and owner’s delight and surprise. (I guess I didn’t think NOT to walk her?!)
Now, when we walk there are several walking pairs - the lady who always wears a skirt and tennis shoes and her black dog. She waves and we shout “hello” but try to stay on opposite sides of the road (Lulu is a wee bit territorial) She walks every morning at 7:30 .. just about the time we’re finishing up.
Then there’s the gray-haired lady with the big dog that walks …no…make that PULLS her around the block and barks at us. We wave back…we don’t know either of their names.
A lady named Joy walks her big, friendly dog and the whole while she is training, working with and putting her dog through it's paces. Very obedient and smart. The dog does well, too.
The couple we started seeing walking first are now taking daily walks… good for them! They have 2 dogs and seem to enjoy the time they’re all together.
Lately we’ve seen a young man running with his GIANT 7-month old puppy that is about the size of a small car. Friendly as can be- the both of them..
A young woman walks her dog and is off-put by Lulu’s embarrassing display of “Alpha-ness” shoots Mr. B a rather huffy look…Mr. B looks back apologetically..Lulu is un –phased.. "whatever..."
And so it goes, all the dog walkers of Main Street, getting to know the neighborhood and each other.
Exercising, bonding, and generally enjoy life.
Remember those gentle souls that carry us through the daily grind - who give us years... and love ...and cool morning walks. Remember them and remember, God Himself has entrusted US to care for them..