I was out walking my usual route the other morning, and I saw my neighbor, Jill. She wasn’t alone, and she introduced me to Gus. He was friendly and a date was planned for the next day.
I broke the news to my special guy that night. “I’m meeting Gus tomorrow morning.”
My stomach was in knots. I set my alarm and hurried through getting ready and eating breakfast. I didn’t want to be late to meet my new friend. I couldn’t help smiling when I saw him walking towards us.
By now, you are probably confused about why I would bring someone else on my date. I apologize for leading you on. Jill and her newly adopted dog, Gus, were going to go with my canine buddy and me on a walk. I guess you’d call it a Doggy Play Date.
Talk about excitement It was C.’s first play date. He’d been to the dog park when he lived with his owner, my eldest son, but not since coming to live with my husband and I. Would they get along? I hoped my anxiety didn’t affect them.
After a few growling, tail-between-the-legs moments, we were able to proceed on the walk, keeping a ten-yard distance between the two pups. The maneuvering to get the dogs under control provided entertainment. The guys at the gas station thought it was funny, anyway. The dogs would cast furtive looks at each other as they walked on opposite sides of the road.
Jill and I caught up with what was going on with our adult children and after 2.5 miles, our dogs bonded. It was all play bows and happy dancing. I’m happy to report Gus and C. will be seeing each other again.