No, this isn’t about Amex or Visa, it’s the story of three dogs I encountered today….
a Rottweiler, a Standard Poodle and a French Bulldog.
I’ve seen them before, their owner, a tall, slim, middle-aged man in designer eyeglasses who jogs in jeans and a spiffy parka, his three, four-legged pals pulling him along.
This morning, he let them all off their leashes on the bridal path which is parallel to the running track. I watch all four of them run, but what makes me laugh is the Bulldog, the smallest of the group, proudly in the lead. He wears a pink collar that lights up around his cream-colored neck, I gather so his dad can see him at all times.
The little guy is so fast, like a thoroughbred, circling back as if to say, come on you slowpokes, get a move on.
The owner, like any good parent, allows them their freedom while under careful watch, while The Poodle and Rot seem unconcerned with their brother’s bravado.
I see they keep at their own leisurely pace staying where their paws are, so to speak, reminding me to do the same after not having the greatest of early mornings.
Change gears Susannah, is what their romp suggests, so I do, remembering how lucky I am to be in Central Park with the squirrels, birds and daffodils that are coming up despite the chill, like little yellow revolutionaries, I worry about, wanting to wrap sweaters around their hardy stems.
Dogs live in the moment, that’s why when one passes away, you often hear, it was so fast, so sudden, but that’s because they never complain till they have to, being in it right up to the end. It reminds me, I too want to be in it, right up to the end.
When God created animals he was truly at his best…