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(#16) People on Top of the Boards on Top of the Wheels

Do you like how fear makes you feel and behave?

Steve and I settled into a comfortable routine. When we’d walk to the garage, I’d patiently wait for him to slip on his sneakers or sandals and place a few biscuits into his left pocket. It was always the same pocket. He knew I would like to snack on one or two during our walk.

            All the while I lay on the floor, head between my extended front legs, and my eyes following him around as he got ready.

            The last thing he’d do is reach for my leash and stand over me.  Without a word from him, I would rise and sit. Snap went the lead and off we’d go out the door, down the walk, through the gate, and out for our adventure.

            “Good girl, Roxie. You’re such a good girl.”

            He was pleased. He was happy. All was good.


            Until I’d hear that noise. Not sure why it bothered me so. Well, it did more than bother me. It sent me into an out-of-body experience. I became another dog. Or so it felt.

            I often heard it before Steve. I could feel myself tense up before I ever saw the noisemaker. Early on, this caught Steve by surprise.  We’d be walking, leash loose in his hand, and then, suddenly, something would come over me.

            I’d hear the scraping of those small wheels along the street. At first it was faint, and then increasingly louder as it got closer to us. Then I’d see the human standing on top of the board on top of the wheels, weaving back and forth as he rumbled down the street.

            The first time I almost pulled Steve to the ground as I went for the wheels whizzing by me.

            “Bad dog! No!”

            But I could not help myself. I was focused on those blasted wheels.

            I never went after the person on top of the board on top of the wheels. But I was bothered such that my muscles tightened, I growled, barked, and panted.  I did not even recognize my own self at these moments.

            Eventually, Steve became as good as me sensing when the people on top of the boards on top of the wheels were coming. In fact, at times, he’d know it before I did.  Not sure how he pulled that off.  He is good!

            I’d feel the leash shorten and Steve would straddle my body, holding me by the leash with one hand, while his other hand cradled my chest.

            “Roxie, leave it! Good girl.”

            As I turned and saw those menacing wheels approaching, I could feel my gut moving to my throat and get caught in my mouth.


            “No, Roxie. Leave it. Leave it.”

            Quickly the person on top of the board on top of the wheels would pass. I’d intently follow it with my eyes. As soon as it was beyond, Steve would begin to loosen his hold.

            “Good, Roxie!” And I got a biscuit. Yum!

            While I was still a jumble of mixed emotions, Steve’s touch—and the biscuit—helped.

            At times, Steve brought me to a park that had what looked like a huge hard bowl in the middle.  Kind of like a small street that went around in a tight and tilted circle. As we got closer, I heard them and then saw them.  A lot of young people on top of the boards on top of the wheels. More than I ever saw at any one time in one place. Up, down, and around they whirled in the tight and tilted circle. Loud noise.

            Why is he doing this? This is killing me!

            Where one person on top of the board on top of the wheels got me all tense, now I’d see five or six at one time. Dreadful, I tell you. Dreadful.

            We’d sit on a bench outside the tilted tight hard circle. Steve would hold me close and whisper, “Good Roxie. It’s ok.” And he’d give me a biscuit.

            I learned quickly if I wanted a biscuit, I better not growl. So quietly I ate my biscuit. And I gave the people on top of the boards on top of the wheels a squinty look of disapproval.

            “Come on dudes, get a life!

            I’m not sure why I do not like those wheels. After all, other wheels never bother me. Whenever we visit people who are in beds or chairs on wheels, or who pull bags on wheels, it never phases me.

            The biscuits helped.  I got less angry and less scared as they went by. But I still did not like those people on top of the boards on top of the wheels. Nothing against them. I just did not appreciate their mode of transportation. Much prefer the quiet of Steve’s car.

            Then, I learned that humans had other strange habits than rolling around on top of the boards on top of the wheels.


Beyond the Biscuit. I admit it, these people on top of the boards on top of the wheels scare me. Partly because of the noise. Partly because I don’t understand them. I don’t like how I feel around them.  Steve is helping me learn to fear less and co-exist.  What do you fear? How do you react to this thing or person or place or issue? Do you like how fear makes you feel and behave? What have you done to learn to co-exist with someone or something that creates an uneasy feeling for you?

Next time I will tell you about a strange habit that some humans have.

Thank you for reading my blog. Would you mind sharing it with a friend? I would appreciate that. WOOF! ~ Love, Roxie

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