Last week she stole a sandwich and the time before got off the leash. Her antics make everyone laugh except me who apologizes like a nervous nanny.
Friday we were in the park right when the light was beginning to change from sunset to sundown, or Maxfield Parrish light the way it frames nature as if she’s getting ready for a big date.
Carmela loves Dog Hill that’s now closed due to much needed landscaping, so we took an alternate route leading us to the Great Lawn.
She was beside herself with so much space. At one point she took off so abruptly I had to drop the leash or else topple over. I watched her do laps till she passed out in front of me.
Good, I thought. Now that’s she’s exhausted we can have a nice, gentle stroll.
Who was I kidding?
The lawn was filled with couples reading, napping, gleaning those last rays of sun any minute would disappear.
There were two handsome young men entwined up on a hill. One was nuzzling the others stomach while he tried to sleep.
As I’m imagining how nice it would be wrapped around my own nuzzler, Carmela, without any warning, dove headfirst into these two boys.
Well that ship sailed. There she was in the middle rolling around in canine ecstasy.
Expecting the worst, they were so charmed by her howls and kisses, all I could do was smile. It was as if she knew them.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, trying to pull her off.
“No, it’s okay,” the nuzzler said, “we have a collie at home who does the same thing.
“I’m glad you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Our dog stood up for us at our wedding,” the sleepy one said. (how sweet is that?)
After a very long belly rub the nuzzler was obviously very good at, Carmela was finally persuaded to leave.
Was it my imagination, or did they exchange numbers?
“Did you have a nice walk?” Manuel the houseman asked when I brought her back.
“Oh yes…it was unlike any other.”