Our first dog, Isabel, was well acquainted with the phrase No dogs allowed on account of all the school fields and other places we walked past that looked so inviting to a fun-loving dog like herself but were forbidden. Whenever she would tug the leash or look longingly at such green space as if to say Wouldn't that be a good idea? A simple No dogs allowed would snap her back to reality.
I would wager that our current dog, Lucy, also knows that phrase but chooses to ignore it. She is much more willful than her predecessor, and her response to No dogs allowed is more along the lines of la la la la I don't hear you.
Unfortunately for Lucy, there is a sentence that she cannot ignore these days. Whenever we pass one of the several dog parks where she spent many happy hours before the pandemic, all we have to say when she pulls toward the padlocked gates is It's closed, and then like Isabel before her, she droops just a bit, before trotting resolutely on.
I would wager that our current dog, Lucy, also knows that phrase but chooses to ignore it. She is much more willful than her predecessor, and her response to No dogs allowed is more along the lines of la la la la I don't hear you.
Unfortunately for Lucy, there is a sentence that she cannot ignore these days. Whenever we pass one of the several dog parks where she spent many happy hours before the pandemic, all we have to say when she pulls toward the padlocked gates is It's closed, and then like Isabel before her, she droops just a bit, before trotting resolutely on.
Hang in there, Lucy! Someday doors will open for you again.
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