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Yappy Hour

Last Thursday wasn’t a good day for me, so after school I fed the dogs and crashed. My alarm went off announcing Yappy Hour, an event that I had programed into my phone earlier last week. I didn’t want to go. I was tired, cranky, and didn’t want to face a bunch of people. Still, I told myself that it might be fun, but if it wasn’t I could always leave and not bother going back to it the last two Thursdays of this month.

So, I dragged myself out of bed, put on “going out” clothes, grabbed Haley, and we drove across town to the dog park. On the way there, I told Haley that I wasn’t sure what the event would be like and that if she didn’t like being there, all she had to do was bark. She looked at me as if she knew what I was saying.

We arrived at the dog park and the event was smaller than I anticipated. I expected something huge, but it was a nice, personable event. The dogs were polite and playing together. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a few minutes.

We arrived at the same time as a couple German Shepherds. A dog barked at the gate. I tried to get Haley to go inside without letting the dog out. Being a princess, Haley feels that the gate or door has to be wide open before she can pass over the threshold. I pushed her through the small gap and tried to squeeze through, but the dog got out. The owner came and retrieved the dog and I walked away with Haley.

Most of the dogs there were big, but there were a handful of small dogs. Haley isn’t prone to interact with other dogs and sniffed around the tables because she knew that there was food on them.

After getting a dog biscuit and polishing it off, she went in search of another place with treats. Then she disappeared behind another table. I thought she was underneath the table, but when I searched for her, I found that she had made herself comfortable in a lady’s chair. The lady was one of the dog trainers and Haley used her charming skills to get several treats from her, even convincing her that the treats needed to be broken up into smaller pieces and hand fed. I just shook my head.

My neighbor’s mom’s dog was there. His name is Tito and he’s a four month old Shih Tzu-Chihuahua and a bundle of energy, never sitting still long enough for a pet. Despite being the same age as the Golden Retriever puppy, Tito quickly became the darling of the dog park, probably because he was so tiny and lightning fast.

There were drawings for prizes and even a trick contest. I thought about entering Haley into the contest, but I felt that her shake and speak were basic tricks. In hindsight, I think Haley would have done just fine. Several of the dogs were distracted and didn’t perform as well as they normally did when they were at home.

The contest winner was the most adorable black and white Pomeranian named Flower. I wasn’t surprised. Her cuteness alone would have won the contest.

Shortly after the contest, it was time to go. An hour and a half had passed that quickly? So much for staying only a couple minutes and leaving.

As we left, I called my mom and told her about how Haley had taken over the lady’s chair and somehow convinced her to dote on Haley. We agreed that it’s typical Haley behavior.

I plan on going back again this Thursday. This time I’m going to take Clara and Molly. I thought about taking all three Shih Tzus, but I decided that I didn’t want to try to keep an eye on three dogs. I just need to bathe them and give them haircuts, or at the very least trim the hair back from their eyes.

I hope this week will be just as much fun as last week. Or at least as relaxing as it was. I’ll keep you posted.

Until next time, drag your human to the next doggy event. It will be good for them.


The Ubiquitous We

There are sometimes that I use a word in a mental monologue and wonder if I was using it correctly. Sometimes I am not using the word correctly, but mistook it for a similar sounding word. Other times I amaze myself when I used the word correctly. I ask myself, “how did I know that?” The only answer I have is I must have heard someone else use it and deduced the definition of the word by the context of the sentence.

And then there’s the word ubiquitous. Now I’m sure that I’ve heard people use this word, but I never realized that I had derived the definition from the context of the sentence.

So what does that have to do with dogs? Well I was thinking about “ubiquitous we” as a title for a blog post and I wanted to make sure it was correct concerning what I was talking about. Yep, it was correct. And for those who don’t know, ubiquitous means that something is seemingly everywhere at the same time.

That still didn’t answer the question. I know. I’m getting there.

Before I was married, I used to go to the dog park and socialize with the dog owners. I, like many of the single dog owners, hoped that maybe…just maybe I’d find someone that I’d connect with and then eventually date. Though I never found a date, I did connect with a bunch of people both male and female. We connected over our love for dogs, or Shih Tzu, or toy dogs, or merely because our dogs liked each other’s company as opposed to the company of the other dogs. Some owners I saw once, but others were regulars.

When I talked with owners, especially attractive male owners, I was often stumped when they kept saying “we got the dog” or “we this” “us that.” My thoughts were, “So who is we? Your significant other? Your sibling? Your roommate? Your other personality(ies).” I never actually asked who the “we” this person was talking about. Somehow I managed to keep up this inner monologue while giving the appropriate response and telling my anecdote using first person singular rather than plural. It was just odd to me that they didn’t specify and it seemed like everyone who wasn’t single did it (hence the ubiquitous in the title).

Then I got married and I realized that it was so much easier to say “we” or “us” rather than “my husband and me” or “my husband and I” depending on the context of the sentence. It saved words and you could get to the punchline of the anecdote a lot quicker. It makes me wonder though, do people wonder who “we” are when I say we? Or do they just assume that I’m talking about a significant other? Or do they assume at all? Perhaps they’re just waiting for me to end my story so they can relate a similar story (i.e. top the story I just told).

I ask myself this question, does the “we” even matter? Now that I’m married it doesn’t matter, but for single dog owners looking to connect with (i.e. hook up with) other single dog owners, the “we” makes a big difference. It determines whether you stay and talk with that person or you look for more eligible dog owners.

Well that’s all I have to say about the ubiquitous we. I think that would be a great chapter title in the dog memoir that I intend to write, but may or may not actually write.

Until next time, keep the we’s close, the I’s closer, and your treats the closet.