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"Tyler! Let's go
to the Post Office to mail the rent check."
Rusty said
They sped through Boxville with Tyler off leash.
Then Rusty noticed Tyler wasn't with him. Looking
back - oh no! Tyler was squatting to take a dump in
the Boxville park.
Women with children saw this offense so Rusty had to
go back to clean it up.
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Rusty had to search through a trash can to
find a plastic bag to clean up Tyler's
stinky poo.
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Tyler chased the children as they ran from
him screaming - thinking it was a game.
Rusty saw a law suit in the making.
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As Rusty grabbed
the poop he heard children screaming. When he looked
up he was horrified to see Tyler chasing a little
girl.
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"Tyler! No eat children!"
he shouted. Then he
blew the ultrasonic dog whistle carried on a string
about his neck. Instantly Tyler broke off the chase
to charge back to his side.
Thinking quickly he commanded "Sit".
"Oh my God
Tyler! Don't eat children!"
he implored.
"It
will spoil your appetite for dinner!"
Luckily the mothers of the kids saw how well
behaved Tyler was, how obediently he had followed
commands. They were not alarmed, and the children
were just playing. The child had been screaming
in fun
because she yelled
"Doggie fun, momma!"
Tyler thought child was fun, too, because he
bolted away to chase the girl again. Once more Rusty
blew his whistle and Tyler broke off the chase to
return to him. He tossed the poop in the trash can,
mounted his electric scooter to dash away from the
park before Tyler caused any further mayhem.
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A mile
latter they passed a front yard where a
brown rat like dog
ran about on a 20 foot rope.
"YAP-YAP-YAP!"
it shrieked as Tyler and
Rusty sped past. The owner, a woman of about
50 years ran to protect her dog from the
huge vicious German Shepherd (Tyler) bearing
down on her little doggie.
Rusty used the Cesar Millan technique of
distracting the dog brain
by giving
several
"SSTTT!"
commands to get
Tyler's attention as they neared the
insanely yapping dog. It worked. Tyler
stayed along side him instead of charging
the lawn to eat the dog.
As they passed the woman relaxed when she
saw how well controlled Tyler was. Rusty
heard her shout
"Beautiful dog!"
Rusty praised Tyler
"Good Tyler! No eat
yappy rat dog!"
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They rode on through
the warm summer evening.
Tyler had run off leash clear across town, over the
railroad tracks, through traffic, and reached the
Post Office. Rusty gave him a bowl of water before
heading off to the park.
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In the park
At the band stand teenage girls were
auditioning for some modeling thing.
Each one in turn strutted out on stage as their
choice of music blared over the speakers. Rusty
watched one young lady turn to show her back side,
flipped her hair, etc.
It was so pathetic to see
young human women demeaning themselves this way that
he had to turn 180 degrees to watch his dog instead.
Rusty smiled at him thinking how very, very lucky he
was to have such a good friend as this magnificent
German Shepherd. A dog so smart, obedient,
responsive, loyal, and absolutely fun to be with
every day.
A 70 MPH Amtrak train screamed along the parks
length that ran against the Southern Pacific tracks.
Then they headed on for the market.
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Tyler did his "Happy
dog!"
routine by
rolling on his back kicking
legs into the air. He
squirmed to cover his body
into the cool, deep green
grass. He was a joyful dog.
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When Rusty & Tyler
reached the crossing gate
to get back to
their side of the tracks another train was
approaching; its headlight piercing the
dusky light of sunset.
"Clang-clang-clang!" sounded the crossing
gates when they were half way across the
triple set of tracks. A woman ahead of them
- facing them - was on a bicycle with her
children on bicycles. Confused by Rusty in
an electric wheelchair plus a huge dog she
stopped broadside blocking their way as the
far gate was coming down.
The woman was almost in a panic thinking
that something disastrous would happen - man
stranded between crossing gate with dog gone
wild; something like that.
Instead Rusty ducked his head to scoot under
the closing gate as Tyler galloped along
with him. They veered to the left to go
around the woman, her mouth agape, as if she
was just an impediment they had avoided many
times before.
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They cut down
a side street
to reach the market where Rusty would buy
Tyler a huge cow femur bone and a dozen eggs for
himself. That is when Rusty spotted a
treasure.
A free peach
tree!
It was loaded with gorgeous
yellow peaches that were fair game since
anyone could grab them from the sidewalk. He
tossed two of the biggest, ripest ones in
the front basket.
"Tyler! Free peach tree!
Good find"
and sped on.
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One block from
home they passed a lovely boxer being leash
walked. Rusty had a hunch.
"Is your dog friendly?"
was met with
"She
doesn't like black dogs..."
The young couple were
cautious, fearful about allowing their girl
to meet a strange German Shepherd. Rusty
assured them Tyler was gentle and well
socialized. They were scared and skeptical.
Rusty let go of Tyler. Soon enough the two
dogs were in love! The couple laughed when
their boxer girl began swapping saliva with
Tyler.
When Tyler mounted her
he grabbed his
dog to pull him away.
"Tyler! You're way
too young to know about that! You're fixed!
How did you know to do that with a girl?!"
The sun had set.
They said thank you and
good night to the owners of the lovely boxer
girl.
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Half a dozen times,
as they scootered towards their corner, Tyler looked
back to get another peak at the girl he had so
suddenly fallen in love with.
"Tyler in love!"
Rusty remarked.
He reflected on what a busy outing this had been;
one where Tyler had pooped in Boxville, chased
children, not eaten a chiuahua, rolled in the grass,
out run the commuter train, and then fallen in love.
It had been another memorable evening walk.
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