I’ve discovered a new place to get a latte. They have all the things the news café had only dogs are not allowed. In ocean town that means dogs will wait patiently outside, either tethered to a post or secured in a vehicle. I saw the cutest dog sitting outside waiting for its master. The dog was perched in the driver’s seat, as if the owner would be riding shotgun.
There are dogs everywhere in this ocean town. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I love it so much. Yesterday I went for a walk downtown - another place where dogs are not allowed. I felt particularly comforted as I walked, without Hardy in tow, the memory of him floating around like a cloud in my consciousness. It actually felt a little like, for once, I was able to bring him there. I must have been walking at a snail’s pace because I heard someone say as she passed me on the sidewalk, “… definitely texting, definitely texting.” Then she said to me, "You were walking so slowly, I thought you were texting."
But I wasn’t texting. I was remembering the little guy, and sort of feeling his presence around me. He was with me, if only in my mind, and I was savoring every moment.
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Wow... you know, I talk to dogs in cars as well! And... I try to encourage them and tell them they are being good and their owner will be back soon. Are we nuts? No I do not think so. Just love dogs, and care about how they are doing.
I can just see your little memory cloud and Hardy joining you on your stroll about town..... A good moment together. I am sure he felt it too.
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