Was at one of my favorite places the other day, the puppy park at John Rudy Park. You get to see pure joy at its finest. When dogs are out just hangin' with each other, running and just being dogs, it is SOO cool to watch! The dogs don't seem to notice color, breed, weight, or what kind or color collar the other dogs are wearing. They're there to meet some new buddies, without discrimination. Or as in the case of our dog, he wants new people to meet him , admire him, pity him for the "tough" life he leads (what a con artist), and then he'll get around to the other dogs. But it's the Cheers Bar for York County dogs.
Anyway, there was a lady sitting on a park bench, IN the middle of the Dog Park, which is clearly defined, well, by dogs, and their "gifts" to the earth, and by signs regarding dogs all over the place. If that's not enough to delineate where dog freedom begins and ends, the fence is another pretty good indicator. The pony-sized great dane that was there was another clue that this is where the big dogs hang out.
The woman was sitting on said park bench when a little beagle jumped up on her lap, sending her flying to her feet and yelling, "No, No, I'm a cat person!"
Several thoughts came to mind. Was she a secretly Cat Woman, was she unaware that the dogs that were frolicking literally all over the place were actually canines, not felines, or was she just taking a survey to see if dogs really do hang at the dog park. Or was she protesting the fact that there is no such park for cats in our area?
Still scratching my head on this one, but it did give me a laugh for the day.
