While on one of my usual running routes today, I passed by what is normally a pretty tame “Bark Park” (Orange County’s clever name for dog parks, though why Canine Compound wasn’t favored is beyond me). Typically, the owners and dogs that inhabit this park are mellow-yellows, lazing about in a way that is more akin to my cat than what I would expect from the barkers of the world.
However, I was in for a treat today. As I came into view with my slow running style, one of the pups – a terrier – started going hog-wild at my heels, running right next to me with only a chain link fence between us. He was quickly joined by a collie mix, both barking joyfully and running beside me. And then a lab entered the playing field, and some tiny squish-faced creature that I think might have been…um…an evil koala. In any event, a pack was formed with me as the Alpha, leading the way all the way to the end of the park.
Then, with no celebration for reaching the finish line, the dogs dispersed, silent and quickly.