Since we have a Tiny again, meaning a 9 month old puppy named Auri we have spent a lot of time at the Chatfield Dog Park these last few months. We all, the dogs and humans, think of it as Doggie Disneyland. The up side is that it doesn’t cost as much as Disneyland and there are no lines. The down side is there are poop bags, but a small price to pay for glorious romping with all out abandon. The dog park has offered us many lessons in life, lots of laughs and a few, well frankly, embarrassing moments.
If you have ever watched 101 Dalmatians than you know the classic scene of people who look like their dogs or dogs that look like their people. Well, we are no different. Three red head dogs tagging along with their three red headed people. Granted my hair is no longer original but I can fake it pretty well, thanks to hair dye. We have some similarities to Golden Retrievers too. We tend to be pretty happy most of the time, we have lots of feelings, we are very loyal and one or two of us definitely likes people. The problem is that some people, along with their dogs that we meet at Doggie Disneyland, seem to be really anti people, anti dog. They are just plain bullies. It is hard to believe that they frequent the dog park since this is where people and dogs hang out a lot. This is where it gets dicey. This summer as I was dealing with some anger, and this was news to me at the time, but as I look back I can see it pretty clearly. I wasn’t the nicest person when said Bully dog tried to take out the Tiny. I may have even suggested, lightly, with my foot to move along. Then there was another time when my words were less than stellar when another Bully tried to roll the Tiny. Now at this point Bekah was like, “You are going to get us kicked out of the dog park. Chill out!”
As I look back on these times of said behavior, there were legit reasons to be upset. Perhaps not warranting such exaggerated behavior, though. I always thought that anger that is linked to the stages of grief was more like, I hate cancer, which I do, but that is not where the anger found me. It came out at the dog park and maybe at the barista that made me feel bad for my order, which, thank you very much I paid $5 for. It wasn’t surrounding the cancer, but effecting most other areas of my life.
So as I am walking through the dog park in the last few weeks I have found that my anger has dissipated. Tiny has been rolled, growled at and had other bully type actions against her and I have not accosted any unsuspecting dog owners. Sure, I am still protecting the Tiny, but not with so much anger for said Bully Behavior.
Now if I can just keep my speed to 25 miles per hour in the State Park we will forgo another speeding ticket… but truthfully this last few months have given us a taste of fall glory that really would have been hard to see if I was still going 50 miles per hour. Thank you God for your amazing creation… and slowly working through the stages of grief.