Now that I am doggy obsessed, it drives me crazy that I can’t take my dog more places. Restaurants and grocery stores I understand, but I want to take my dog everywhere else.
I was whining about this after taking Boo and Asher to the park for half and hour while Maya was at her piano lesson. When we got there, I realized that of course there were ‘no dog’ signs. Too late. I was there with the dog and my kids wanted to play. I chose the bench farthest away from the action and had Jasper lie down at my feet which, being incredibly lazy obedient, he did the whole time. It didn’t take long before he had several admirers and fortunately no one complained.
I complained, though. I complained all the way home. I said, “He’s a good dog. He doesn’t jump or poop in the sand or bark or chase anything. He should be allowed in the park!” Maya said, “Yes, but just because Jasper is good doesn’t mean all dogs are good. Lots of dogs would jump and poop and bug the kids, so they can’t let dogs in the park.” I said, “They don’t have to let them all in, just the good ones.” She said, “Have you ever met anyone who will admit their dog isn’t a good dog?” Then she went into a false voice and said, “Oh, I can’t believe he pooped on the slide! He’s never ever done that before. Oh, I’m so sorry she jumped on your baby. She never normally jumps!”
Don’t you hate it when your kid has to be the voice of reason? I did know that, of course, but I still sulked.
One fun thing I’ve been doing is taking Jasper to pick the kids up from school. The days Boo stays for the afternoon, I get her at 3:30. We then walk across the parking lot to the older kids school and Boo plays on the play structure with other kids waiting for older siblings while I hang with Jasper. He’s always on a short, bright red leash and I keep him to the side. Kids mob us, though and lots of them now know his name.
One of Boo’s good friends is afraid of dogs, as is her mother and siblings. But when Jasper started appearing, she’d watch the other kids pat him great longing, coming closer, then running back to her mother’s legs as I showed her the leash and promised he couldn’t reach her. After a couple of days, when I held his head to stop potential licking, she got all the way to him and rubbed his thigh for a moment and was so pleased with herself. Her mother was pretty happy too. Avoiding the dog herself, she told me that she hoped this would help her daughter break the trend. She now pets Jasper regularly, as long as I hold his head.
Yesterday, when we went to get the kids, there was a huge hole some kids had dug at the edge of the sandy area. Jasper was delighted. He responds to sand much the same way he used to respond to snow, loving to leap around in it. I keep that to a minimum with kids around, but didn’t see any harm in letting him jump in the hole, where he happily dug away at it. Mostly, he was digging at the edges and actually filling the hole in, a safe move with all those kids running around.
I was chatting with another mom and several kids were watching Jasper and egging him on when a parent I don’t know marched up to us, bristling with attitude before she even reached us. “I hope you are going to fill that in!” she ordered. I said mildly, “Well, we didn’t dig it, but the dog seems to be doing a good job of filling it in right now.” She didn’t believe me, choosing instead to believe I’d lie to her in front of my children. “Uh huh,” she said, “Well, he seems awfully comfortable in there and that hole could be very dangerous.” I agreed that he was very comfortable (which has to do with what, exactly?) and reiterated that it was a good thing he was doing us the favour of filling it in.
She stared at us. We all stared back at her. Jasper dug. Off she huffed.
A few moments later, the on-duty teacher appeared to ask me to not bring Jasper any more. I know and like her, and pointed out that since I’d seen many other people bringing their dogs to pick-up, I had no idea it would be an issue. She was clearly uncomfortable with what she was doing, saying, “Well, it is officially the rules.” The vice-principal happened to be outside, so she called her over, passing the buck.
The VP told me that it was the rule, since they were concerned about children being afraid, but as about half a dozen children were massaging various parts of Jasper’s body as she said this, we all saw that it didn’t hold much water and the kids whined, “We won’t see Jasper any more? Aww, that’s not fair!” So we agreed that I’d keep him to the back of the property from now on. At least we’ll still be outside and the kids can come to him.
It’s not a doggy world out there.
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