Central Park East - 7:00am
Good morning! We saw many of our friends on our walk today. We saw Aaron, the full-time dog walker of 15 years with Griffin - the massive German Shepherd. We saw Amy with her mutt, the Norwegian guy with his daughter and Gordon Setter (seriously a big copy of Sofie and Bear), the guy with headphones and the miniature Shnauzer named Nino, Todd, the semi awkward guy with the Labradoodle. And of course the coffeestand man on Madison Ave and all the doormen. As I chatted with everyone along the way I noticed 2 things: first, that my walks are becoming longer due to all of the chatting/greeting, and second, that I feel really a part of the little community in the Park. I never felt this way when I lived in Manayunk. I would see people often in the Pretzel Park dog park - and out on walks, but it wasn't quite the same as the social scene in Central Park. It makes me happy.
In other news, remember when Sofie fell into the duck pond when she was a puppy? It was that fated day when she chased the guy going off to work, jumped on him with her nasty wet little body, and he swore and yelled at me to get my dog? Well, today Bear caught site of the pond for the first time. What is it with Cavaliers and water? He darted off towards the rocks and I knew what was going to happen. I could see it from a mile away. When he got to the rocks, he immediately realized how sheer they were, put on the brakes, and toppled in head first. What came next was a lot of thrashing around and clawing at the rocks. I let him sort it out for a minute while I walked over - after all - falling into a pond is nothing to get all worked up about if you're a good swimmer ;) Sofie stood there on the rocks watching him (she's no stranger to the lesson of the sheer rocks by the duck pond). Then when I got to him I yanked him out. He was invigorated - darting here and there - rolling in the grass - happy as a dog in mud...wait.
Is falling into a pond a puppy right of passage?
Have a great day!
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