I always love the
Civic Center in Traverse City. Val calls it the Civic Center, but in actuality
it is a park. There are ball fields, a skateboard park, a swimming pool, and a
playground. All those things are good for humans, but the part I really love is
the path that surrounds all those human things. Actually, it’s not the path -
it’s the smells that I am crazy about. Lots of humans come to this place, and
some bring their dogs. Today I am having a grand time sniffing along the path,
when a human goes by with a gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous, Sheltie.
“Hello Dolly!”
“Bark, bark.”
“I love you too sweetheart. If I could get off
this leash I would come over and give you a good sniffing.”
“Bark, bark.”
“Oh, baby. I’m pulling with all my might, but my
human won’t let me get near you.”
“Bark, bark.”
“Don’t leave me beautiful. Wait for me. Val, what
are you thinking! Don’t you see that gorgeous babe getting away from me?”
“Remington, quit pulling,” she says.
“Are you out of your mind? I’m trying to catch up
with that sweet little thing up ahead.”
“Remington, we are going to sit right here until
you calm down,” says Val.
“Calm down? Not in this millennium! Not with that
beautiful girl dog up ahead. I can’t even see her anymore. I will have to be
satisfied with her scent. Maybe if I pull on the leash hard enough we can catch
up with her.”
Val is holding me back, and I am just as insistent
to plunge ahead and find my girlfriend again. Sniff, sniff…there’s her smell.
Wow! Sniff, sniff... Humans, with their diminished sense of smell do not have a
clue what we experience when we go on a sniff. When we meet another animal
that’s how we get to know them. Sniffing private parts seems rude to humans,
but that’s our equivalent of shaking hands. There are times when I enjoy the
sniff even better than an actual experience with another dog. It’s a good thing
because that is all I will have today. My little Sheltie is gone, but the
smell…ooh-la-la!
I do love the walks
in the park, the fresh air, the sights, and most of all the smells. There is
one thing about humans that I don’t get. When I leave a pile in the park, Val
immediately scoops it into a plastic bag and throws it in a trash can. Poop is
evidently a bad thing for humans because when I find a lovely smelling pile
left by another dog who’s owner did not scoop it up, Val says, “Yucky, Rem,”
and pulls me away. Yucky? Not at all. The poop smells tell me so much that
humans just do not understand. This one is … either a poodle or a pug. Just
take a whiff of this one…I’m calling it Labrador…it’s big and moist and smells
of duck feathers. Heaven.
Note
from Val: “Oh my gosh! Look at that woman in front of us. She sure has a swing
on that back porch. Makes me wonder what I look like from the back. It would be
impossible to get an honest critique of that from anyone. I already know the
answer I will get to, “Do these pants make my butt look big?” If you tell the
truth you’re in trouble, and if you lie…maybe I could rig a camera on a tripod
on wheels, and pull it behind me. Never mind…I don’t think I really want to
know.
Yours truly,
Remington Beagle
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