I’ll keep this one short.
I had a great walk yesterday with Tut The Dog. He’s a legend on the streets of Redondo Beach, either drawing the “Oohs and Aaahs” and attempts to pet him or folks cross the street. Come to think of it - probably more me than the dog, but let’s face it, we have our good days and some that are less than.
Some days it’s an operational efficiency thing - get the walk in, dog gets the job done and then off to work or finishing meal prep. So, the head stays down and the dog gets irked with me fast. There’s no time for meandering and smelling/marking every last tree or shrubbery.
Others, it’s a longer, leisurely pace and more tunes, slower gait and the dog gets his fill. And those are where the conversations and petting (before he gets agitated) come in.
Nothing that a dog owner doesn’t experience every day. Belly scratches and all.
But the end of walks has been a little different for me the last couple days. Taking a seat at the end - normally Tut hops on the lap and chills for a few minutes before sauntering off. No, recently he’s paused and just leaned in and put his head on my quad while looking up at me. It’s as if he’s saying “You needed a hug.” Or maybe he did. Maybe both.
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