Cemil Meets New Folks

Cemil here.  I get to write about today, which was awesome.  I know my mom has mentioned that I really love meeting people.  Well, today was most wonderful.  After breakfast and our morning after-meal rest, she put my collar on.  I always act like I hate it, but really, it’s just that I don’t know what’s coming next.  She rushed me out the front door and Radzi, Mujde and Alle were still in the house, so I figured it couldn’t be too bad.  They’d be coming along but I got to get in the truck first.  She got me.  They didn’t come and join me.  We went a short way and she stopped but I didn’t get to get out.  It was that gas pump place. Then we continued.  Lots of cars.  Slow going.  She said something about being late again.  Finally, I got to get out, and there we were at the dog park!  My favorite place!  As we started down the path, we met a dog with wheels instead of back legs.  His dad said he’d be walking again soon, after he regained the use of his back feet.  He didn’t seem to mind the wheels and boy were his front legs and shoulders strong!  Then, there was the orange cooler and Shelby and Maggie and Tani!  I couldn’t decide whether to run to them, or stay with mom (she walks so slowly!).   The people greeted each other–they do it by talking!  How can you learn anything about someone that way?!

This is me unable to decide whether to go meet my friends or wait for Mom.

There were a bunch of dogs playing by the water and I went over to see them, but Mom watched from where she was.  Can you see me? Probably not, but I was there.

I went around and met the lady with the elderly Cocker Spaniel, the lady with the whole flock of Boston Terriers, and some others. There was a young man who came over to me while I was resting because he wanted to meet me!

I went to see some other people and hung out in the shade with them, but soon Mom called me and said it was time to go.

She has some cousins she wanted to see so we had to go somewhere else. Back into the truck, more driving (a nice rest–I was tired!) and then she let me out again and there they were! They’re dog people too, I could tell. They know how to pet a dog. I went around the living room where they were sitting in a circle and met them one by one, then I thought it would be good to lie down in the middle of the circle so I could watch over all of them. I watched the door too, so nothing could come in to hurt any of them. That’s the job of a guardian dog (Mom had to tell them, then they understood that I wasn’t just doing it so they would all look at me).

We went one other place too, before going home. It was Nancy’s house–Mom’s sister and one of my favorite people. She had a visitor who was another dog person. I heard “lymphosarcoma” and then everyone was sad for a minute, but I don’t get it. The sun was shining and the people were enjoying being together, Spirit Mollie was zooming around overhead and loving on her dad…why be sad? It was a beautiful day.

When we got home, Mujde had to go over me inch by inch, to learn where I went and who I saw, and Mom finally fed us dinner. We’ll meet up again at the dog park in a month or so–stay tuned!