(#36) Umbrellas and Masks

I’m sure humans don’t understand all of our canine ways.  Like our need to move with nose to ground, looking for breaking news alerts.  Or our desire to get—how do I say this delicately?—up close and dogenal when we sniff the hind quarters of a new canine acquaintance.  We have reasons for what we do, when we do it, and how we do it.

I guess the same holds for human behaviors. I don’t get a lot of what they do. Like those people on top of the boards on top of the wheels.

But, hey, as long as they are kind and toss me a biscuit every now and then, who am I to criticize.

I mention this because I saw something on the beach this week that was odd—at least to this pup’s eyes.

As we walked to the beach one morning, I had to stop and turn look behind me. I know this drives Steve crazy. He’s focused on moving forward—and then I pull back on the leash. Gotta do it at times. This particular morning, I heard a lot of noise coming from behind us. As I looked back I saw a large pack of humans walking toward the beach as well. I had not seen this many humans in one place in a long time. They must have known each other well as they walked close to each other and hugged. I could tell they were all happy because I could see the big smiles on all their faces.

“Come on, Roxie, we need to move.” Steve pulled and off we marched.

When we got to the usual place where we get on the sand, we found another large group of humans. I think they may have been waiting for the others. Again, they must have known each other because they sat and stood close to one another. Not exactly sniffing hind quarters, but darn close enough to do that if they wanted to.

I noticed that two of these humans had their faces covered with masks like the one Steve had on as we passed by and went to the sand.

As we enjoyed the breeze, we could hear the noise behind us. Looked like all those humans knew each other. Again, lots of hugging and touching and smiling.  A few had umbrellas with them as it looked like it was going to rain.

There appeared to be more umbrellas than there were masks. I guess they feared what might have fallen from the sky more so than what might have come from their mouths.  But what do I know. I’m just a dog.

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In my new book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. And I speak about purpose as well.  (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) Perhaps the book holds a biscuit or two for you!

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