Saturday, July 17, 2010

Pack Walk

It was early in the morning, seven-thirty. Stella and I got there first. There was still some fog that hadn't lifted; it was quiet for a weekday. I parked the car and we got out. Stella sniffed the air and we walked among the headstones for a couple of minutes. A minivan rolled down the long driveway. Stella knew something was up.

Four dogs and two humans piled out. I spoke to the humans and at the same time unclipped the leash from Stella's collar. She looked at me like we just parachuted into Disneyland.

Starting at the top: there's Opie, don't know much about him except he looks like Stella's hippie cousin and he might be her new BFF. There's the blonde, sixteen year old, cancer surviving, skinny and deaf but still going strong (sort of) - Fiona Tina, a Shepherd mix who is very sweet but doesn't always cotton to interlopers. There's Arthur, a three year old Wiemaraner who is shown in the photo parading around with two balls in his mouth, his and Opie's, and Linus, a brown and black Pit Bull mix who's missing from the photos but didn't miss out on any of the fun.

It's the second time we've done it and the second time Stella rode all the way home from this early morning play date, wagging her tail and flirting with people at stop lights. I think I can safely speak for both of us when I say I hope we get to do it again.

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