PLEASE can I go play with the big boys?

Probably the best part of this job is the greeting I receive when I haven’t seen a particular dog for a week or two. They are always so welcoming, bouncing up and down and barking excitedly. Their love is unconditional.

Five years ago, when Poppy was a fourteen week old puppy, I was asked to walk her with my lunchtime pack.  I made my initial call to her house to introduce myself to her owners, and within the first few minutes had her sitting and waiting. She had never done this before for her owners, and I have to say, I even surprised myself.

That first meeting seemed to set the tone for our future relationship and though much smaller than the rest of the dogs in our group, Poppy socialised really well.

However, her owner’s work pattern changed shortly thereafter which meant I walked Poppy on only eight occasions.

A few years passed before our paths crossed again, when both her owner and I were surprised to see her tugging at her lead in an effort to cross the road to come see me. Since then, we have bumped into each other another few times and each time the reaction is the same. Her owners concede that she doesn’t even greet them with this level of excitement.

In fact, last week brought a new development when, having apparently recognised my car, she stopped in the street, barking incessantly,  and wouldn’t move for her owner until I parked up and she was allowed to come see me.

Poppy – aged 5 years

Funny little things, dogs.

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