Ha! Chad and I just got back from the local doggie park – what a gas. First of all, dog people seem to tend toward extroverted, friendly types, so we were chatting with lots of other dog parents. And all the dogs were super friendly too. Giselle was a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of dog information going on: real dogs sniffing her, people calling out to her, and lots and lots of poop and pee marks to smell.
It only took her a few minutes to get into the swing of things though, and next thing we knew, she was trotting around confidently and playing with dogs about a bajillion times her size. It was all good until a Saint Bernard started up a playful romp with her. In a span of 30 seconds, the friendly chase turned into Giselle yipping and crying and running away at neckbreak speed with her ears plastered back on her head and her eyes rolling back in her head.
She took a few moments to recover in my lap and the Saint Bernard aimiably wandered over to continue his investigation of her. I was sitting on a bench and his head literally was at my face level. I examined his face, fascinated by the loose folds and creases around his nose and mouth. Then my knees began to get very warm – and I realized that I was getting slobbered. Drool was dripping in big glops down onto my jeans and all over poor Giselle. It was like meeting Jabba the Hut and having him sneeze on us.
Give me a little dog any day.
