Henny and I walked to the dog park today. She doesn’t even like the dog park, but she enjoys the walk. I keep hoping that she’ll feel a little braver one of these times and actually approach another dog. She’s always been timid around dogs, although I’d say she’s getting better. She quickly got used to our Hinckley neighbors’ spaniels, and she loves my parents’ dogs. When we were at the Corn and Clover parade last weekend, she perked up at the sight of three dogs (a small, floppy one, a Golden Retriever, and a Great Dane). We went over, and she was fairly happy — if a little nervous, still — to meet them.
But not so much at the dog park. She like to smell all the smells, though, so we just have to go really early, when there isn’t likely to be many others around. ‘Cause who would want to run into a dog at the dog park?