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So, it's been almost six months that I've owned this little mutt. And it's a lot of work, but a lot of fun.
I made the mistake of taking him to this park near my house. A lot of other people in the neighborhood bring their little dogs around 5:00 p.m. I even ran into a 65-year-old lady I recently wrote about.
Well, the problem with that is now in the morning when I walk him, he wants to go there. He'll walk in that direction, tugging on the leash. The few times I've given in and we go over in the morning, he looks around confused, wondering where all his furry friends are. Instead, it's just the occasional homeless person he stares or barks at, as if the guy is invading his turf.
The other day walking down one of the streets in University Heights, my girlfriend pointed out some signs taped all around the area. Usually you see a few for lost pets. And I've yet to figure out why it surprises anyone when a cat disappears. All those cat owners seem to let them roam around the neighborhoods. But I digress.
These signs were written in pencil by a child. One said, "Selling drawings for $1.00." There was a big arrow pointing down the street.
A little bit farther down was another sign that said, "You could buy a picture for $1, or draw your own for $1."
Ah, the kid is smart. They realize that there are other artists in their midst, and they could possibly make a buck from some starving artist out there that doesn't have his own supplies.
The last sign we saw was by far our favorite. It again said "Drawings $1." But it also said you could "Pet a Ferit [sic] for $1." Now, talk about a bargain.
My girlfriend said she thought ferrets were illegal to have as pets. I told her I thought it was just gerbils. And for some reason, that's only in California.
A few thoughts crossed my mind as we passed the house selling drawings. I could act like an undercover cop, asking to see their permits. Or I could take out a $10 bill, and say I'm opening a gallery and would like a number of different drawings. I'd pick out six or seven, and the last couple I would knock for not looking realistic enough. Maybe I'd go over with my money, and ask them why they're not selling lemonade, the way kids used to. I'm guessing that's a whole set of other permits, with the FDA and whatnot. The last thought I had was about faking a bite by the ferret, and pretending to try and decide between a lawsuit or just a simple refund on my dollar. It then occured to me, that spending the minute I had on trying to trick a child, is sick. Maybe I should seek help (if only Lucy from the Peanuts had the "Psychiatrist $1" stand).
We finally made it to the dog park.
The two gay guys brought their cute dogs, Fergie and Daisy. One's a Boston Terrier. Not sure what Fergie is. All I know is that she was named after the singer, not the duchess.
Mocha, a poodle/shi-tzu mix, is the only dog there cuter than our Maltepoo (of course I'm biased, but it's true). The two dogs love wrestling with each other, although on this day, a poodle named Sunny kept trying to hump the two of them as they played.
A chihuahua mix named Oliver, has an owner that fills you in on everyone else and their dogs.
One woman has a sweet dog named Alvin. When my girlfriend isn't with me, he'll run to her thinking it's his owner; only to look up and be confused for a few seconds. We're convinced our dog has bad eyesight, as he doesn't notice a lot of things more than five feet away from him.
There was one man that I had never seen up there before. He had a miniature pincher that was skittish and jumping all over the place. He looked around at all the dogs, and had a bit of a scowl on his face. When he finally spoke he said, "I bring my dog here for exercise, and to interact with other dogs. But all he's interested in doing is sniffing other dogs butts!"
He left a few minutes later.
So, it's been almost six months that I've owned this little mutt. And it's a lot of work, but a lot of fun.
I made the mistake of taking him to this park near my house. A lot of other people in the neighborhood bring their little dogs around 5:00 p.m. I even ran into a 65-year-old lady I recently wrote about.
Well, the problem with that is now in the morning when I walk him, he wants to go there. He'll walk in that direction, tugging on the leash. The few times I've given in and we go over in the morning, he looks around confused, wondering where all his furry friends are. Instead, it's just the occasional homeless person he stares or barks at, as if the guy is invading his turf.
The other day walking down one of the streets in University Heights, my girlfriend pointed out some signs taped all around the area. Usually you see a few for lost pets. And I've yet to figure out why it surprises anyone when a cat disappears. All those cat owners seem to let them roam around the neighborhoods. But I digress.
These signs were written in pencil by a child. One said, "Selling drawings for $1.00." There was a big arrow pointing down the street.
A little bit farther down was another sign that said, "You could buy a picture for $1, or draw your own for $1."
Ah, the kid is smart. They realize that there are other artists in their midst, and they could possibly make a buck from some starving artist out there that doesn't have his own supplies.
The last sign we saw was by far our favorite. It again said "Drawings $1." But it also said you could "Pet a Ferit [sic] for $1." Now, talk about a bargain.
My girlfriend said she thought ferrets were illegal to have as pets. I told her I thought it was just gerbils. And for some reason, that's only in California.
A few thoughts crossed my mind as we passed the house selling drawings. I could act like an undercover cop, asking to see their permits. Or I could take out a $10 bill, and say I'm opening a gallery and would like a number of different drawings. I'd pick out six or seven, and the last couple I would knock for not looking realistic enough. Maybe I'd go over with my money, and ask them why they're not selling lemonade, the way kids used to. I'm guessing that's a whole set of other permits, with the FDA and whatnot. The last thought I had was about faking a bite by the ferret, and pretending to try and decide between a lawsuit or just a simple refund on my dollar. It then occured to me, that spending the minute I had on trying to trick a child, is sick. Maybe I should seek help (if only Lucy from the Peanuts had the "Psychiatrist $1" stand).
We finally made it to the dog park.
The two gay guys brought their cute dogs, Fergie and Daisy. One's a Boston Terrier. Not sure what Fergie is. All I know is that she was named after the singer, not the duchess.
Mocha, a poodle/shi-tzu mix, is the only dog there cuter than our Maltepoo (of course I'm biased, but it's true). The two dogs love wrestling with each other, although on this day, a poodle named Sunny kept trying to hump the two of them as they played.
A chihuahua mix named Oliver, has an owner that fills you in on everyone else and their dogs.
One woman has a sweet dog named Alvin. When my girlfriend isn't with me, he'll run to her thinking it's his owner; only to look up and be confused for a few seconds. We're convinced our dog has bad eyesight, as he doesn't notice a lot of things more than five feet away from him.
There was one man that I had never seen up there before. He had a miniature pincher that was skittish and jumping all over the place. He looked around at all the dogs, and had a bit of a scowl on his face. When he finally spoke he said, "I bring my dog here for exercise, and to interact with other dogs. But all he's interested in doing is sniffing other dogs butts!"
He left a few minutes later.