I recently took a weekend trip to New York City. As I couldn’t take Maggie with me, I placed her in the very capable hands of my adult children. I missed her the whole weekend.
Walking around the city I was amazed at the number of dogs who were living with their owners. Why you might ask? Only because being such a suburbanite, I am so used to giving Maggie the ability to run in our backyard whenever she needs exercise and activity. Guess I need to get out more often, as these dogs look perfectly content and cared for.
As the weekend wore on, I missed Maggie more and more. So each time I took a walk I would consciously look at any dog that I passed and try to determine their age and breed. I would also try to make eye contact with their owner. This way I might be able to engage them in a conversation and possibly ask if I could pet their dog. No such luck. I did manage to tell a few people their dogs were beautiful. Most people kept walking, but I got a few nods of the head.
It was my way of getting a little therapy while I was away from Maggie.
While it was an enjoyable weekend, getting back to Maggie was even better.