Sprinkels LOVES other animals. I mean, she REALLY, REALLY LOVES other animals. She will do what ever it takes to get to another animal…they are, after all, all created for her to play with….right?
The other day I was talking with a friend in the yard. Sprinkels was racing around the yard like a crazy banshee. She should have been tired, after all, she had just walked a very long walk at the First Hanchon Family 5k. Her energy is pretty astonishing.
In an instant she perked up, from mid run, and raced across the parking lot to a fenced in area we call, “The Swing Park.” The swings are actually outside of the fenced in area. The fenced in area is this great space, with a few toys, were parents of children and dogs take their loved ones to romp and play in an enclosed space. Apparently, Sprinkels had noticed action over there and just HAD to see what it was.
Now, it could have been one of the neighborhood children that she loves, it could have been one of her doggy neighbors that she loves to play with…it wasn’t.
Instead, it was a brand new set of dogs that we haven’t met. We haven’t met their owner/handler either. I could tell while I was walking (so that she didn’t decide to run even faster…she likes that game) that the dogs (and their parent) at the Swing Park were not so pleased with this black hellion disrupting their peaceful Sunday afternoon. Apparently, Sprinkels figured it out pretty quickly as well. As a note, she chooses not to come on command when her focus is meeting other dogs.
She ran to the fence. The dogs inside barked like crazy. She paced the fence, sniffing. The dogs barked like crazy, their own (probably cursing me under his breath) tried to calm the situation down. She decided quickly these dogs must not have liked her there, she turned around just as quickly and ran back home, tongue happily hanging out of her mouth, prancing in this, “Nope, I don’t know those dogs, and wouldn’t DREAM of wanting to meet them again” way, and went back to racing around the back yard.
The funny thing is, she has seen those dogs at the park since then, yet makes not a move to get down there. It makes me wonder. Can she smell which dog is down there? Is she able to smell which of her friends is visiting her favorite spot on campus? Is that why she could care less when those two dogs are down there?
Sometimes I wish she could talk.