Puppy play in the park

Today in the park, Emma took fright.

Whenever she meets another dog, she wants to play (so unlike Carmen & Day-z). So it was not strange when she spotted this huge black dog, lying in the grass, trying to reduce his size, and she went over, hoping for a bit of doggie play. The big black dog was happy to oblige.

Then he stood up. Emma’s tail dropped and was like she was regretting that which she had wrought. He came bounding over and she took off like a little hairy bullet.

Naturally, the big black dog thought this was the game and ran after her. (Day-z was busy sniffing something and didn’t notice anything else.) Emma was rapidly disappearing into the distance when he almost caught up with her. She quickly turned, sending him headlong into a copse as she headed back to me.

Puffing and panting like an old steam engine, she cowered behind my legs as the big black dog reached us. His owner was all apologetic and Day-z, suddenly woken from her scent trance, decided she should be saying something. The big black dog turned away from Emma and regarded Day-z with a look that said “Seriously? My dinner is bigger than you.”

The owner then called him back and asked all manner of questions about Emma.

“What breed is she?“
“Such a beautiful coat and very cute. How old is she?“
“And what do you call her?“
“Oh, Emma suits her so well. Do you have children?“

This last one was a very odd question. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me that while walking the dogs. I told her ‘No’.

“Ah, a pity. Small children would absolutely love Emma.”

Then, just before she wandered off, she bent down and gave Day-z a cursory pat on the head, telling her she was lovely too. Emma was still watching from behind my legs.

A little later we met a woman with a terrier who Emma had a jolly good play with (much more her size and I held onto Day-z) so her belief in other dogs was not shattered.

Just before we reached home, we ran into Gail and Rodney. Of course, the girls recognised him immediately and Day-z barked at him and Emma tried to get him to play. There then followed a lot of running around in big circles, this time with Emma wagging her tail and ocassionally stopping to jump at Rodney’s head.

It’s rather good when Emma gets a good, solid work out on our walk because it means she’s worn out for the rest of the day. Well, almost.