I really love dogs.
That’s right folks- I’m that girl. The one who goes apeshit over dogs belonging to complete strangers. The one who shows up at your door on Sunday morning offering her free (unsolicited) dog walking services. The one who may or may not have gotten kicked out of at least one dog park in Toronto for dogless “loitering”. (Pfft.)
Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s just a phase or yet another manifestation of my crushing loneliness, but lately I’ve been seriously considering getting one of my own.
It doesn’t help that they seem to be everywhere I go lately. The past three weekends in a row I’ve made new four-legged friends.
First, there was Barry.
This 10 week old Malti-poo and I met at a friend’s barbecue, and it was love at first sight. Barry, who more closely resembled an Ewok than an actual dog, spent about 80% of the time sleeping and could barely walk due to an overabundance of fluffy, stuffed animal fur obstructing his gait, but that didn’t stop me from posing for instagram photos and begging his owners to let me take him home with me anyway.
Next, there was Molly, the mischievous Goldendoodle with an unhealthy obsession with socks and a penchant for watermelon.
Molly (at least notionally) belonged to a couple who attended a cottage weekend with me in Muskoka, but from the moment we met, she and I had a special bond. I was lying on a chaise lounge reading US Weekly when Molly came bounding around the corner, wagging that little hybrid tail of hers like her life depended on it. With no questions asked, she jumped on my chair, curled up between my legs and placed her head on my thigh. Anyone who wanted to be that close to celebrity gossip was A-OK with me. Plus, she hated getting her head wet when she went swimming.. and I respect a dog who appreciates the merits of a good shampoo.
And then, there was Chester:
The fur-child of my law school friend Christine and her husband Brian, Chester was perhaps the toughest nut to crack. Initially put off by my enthusiasm and aggressive dog-voice, it took me a good 10-15 minutes to convince Chester to let me pick him up. But once I did, there was no looking back.
With all these dogs appearing in my life lately, I’m beginning to think the universe is sending me a sign.
I know, I know. Although I may be idealistic (and a little bit crazy), I’m not altogether delusional. I know my dog-owning dreams can never come to fruition due to my long work hours, my 500 square foot apartment and my general laziness/irresponsibility. But a girl can dream, right?
For now I’ll just resign myself to keeping these photos minimized on my computer screen and looking at them every time I feel sad. ……………….And getting kicked out of dog parks. I mean… define “loitering”….