I enjoy watching people and what do you do at a parade? Watch people!With light sprinkles falling on my fur, this summer day was perfectly filled with 70 degree temps, a cool breeze and heavy clouds full of rain just waiting to pour on us. Dad found us a front row view on the sidewalk of Main St in this small town we were visiting while working in the heartland states.
Physically, I sat respectfully as I watched the parade begin to approach in our direction. Knowing that my dad is capable of reading my thoughts, I cautiously allowed my mind to be entertained with the idea of what I could do with my natural instinct of herding. With people everywhere and livestock absent from the scene, I couldn’t help but imagine how quickly I could herd this slow moving line of people. Putting my thoughts into action would seriously get me in trouble and I know better!
Instantly, my concentration was broke as a child walking in the parade ran up to pet me. I felt like a celebrity! My presence was enough to draw him away from his responsibility as a parade participate. Apparently, he didn’t do much thinking as he ran towards me on impulse and began to pet me. Although, I love the attention, this behavior is disrespectful and potentially dangerous.
Besides the fact that not all dogs are nice and are not trained how to react to sudden impulsive movements, I belong to my parents and this behavior can distract me from my obedience. Please remember to always ask permission to pet a dog before doing so. This is for everyone’s safety. I am trained how to properly say “hi” and trust me, we will both enjoy the attention when we meet properly.
In the meantime, an audience formed around me as I was given permission to sing along to the sirens in the parade.
As the parade ended, I howled with a smile because Dad told me “When I finish talking with this old-timer we will go to the river for a quick swim.” I smelled the river as we drove over the bridge on the way to the parade so I know how close it is. Wishing dad would simply give me the signal, I would run there myself and he could catch up with me but I know that isn’t going to happen. Instead, I waited patiently and looked up at mom chuckling, not knowing for sure which one was the old-timer? My dad or the man he was talking too….
It didn’t take long and dad was throwing a stick for me in the river.
Coming soon…. a post about my work on a pig farm.