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one dog spies another dog and begins to fuss and growl while pulling,                himself taller, with the leash now as straight               as a stick. Two other small dogs hardly notice him or each other as both make eye contact with their owners; as one walks north and the other                                                                           south. one dog meets another dog on the sidewalk, while owners talk                   dogs circle the wagons on                    leashes on an ever decreasing circle, the tangle of words                    is emphasized in the tangle of leashes. They part ways, these aren't strays, next encounter is more civil,             one owner drops the leash of his loved pet and the cars              **** by oblivious to the animal detente which has just been                 initiated, as they stand side by side and nose to the others' tail, a peaceful                  quiet greeting, as equals. Accepted into the pack. I watched as I was (s)trolling, wondering what my dog would make of this trio of dog friends she hasn't even met yet... she would be made to sit from a safe distance and then the wilful wire fox terrier of mine would lunge like she was in the Canadian tundra at an annual sledge pulling contest... with me the only weight holding her back! So if we greeted one another like dogs, . . . no not that way... what were you thinking? Greet one another accepting the the worst, to better appreciate the better, and then work toward making the encounter, the relationship, the future, the best!
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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one dog spies another dog and begins to fuss and growl while pulling,                himself taller, with the leash now as straight               as a stick. Two other small dogs hardly notice him or each other as both make eye contact with their owners; as one walks north and the other                                                                           south. one dog meets another dog on the sidewalk, while owners talk                   dogs circle the wagons on                    leashes on an ever decreasing circle, the tangle of words                    is emphasized in the tangle of leashes. They part ways, these aren't strays, next encounter is more civil,             one owner drops the leash of his loved pet and the cars              **** by oblivious to the animal detente which has just been                 initiated, as they stand side by side and nose to the others' tail, a peaceful                  quiet greeting, as equals. Accepted into the pack. I watched as I was (s)trolling, wondering what my dog would make of this trio of dog friends she hasn't even met yet... she would be made to sit from a safe distance and then the wilful wire fox terrier of mine would lunge like she was in the Canadian tundra at an annual sledge pulling contest... with me the only weight holding her back! So if we greeted one another like dogs, . . . no not that way... what were you thinking? Greet one another accepting the the worst, to better appreciate the better, and then work toward making the encounter, the relationship, the future, the best!
not quite poetic .... quixotic?, nope Dogtopia?
darrell-wade-elverum
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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