The Dogs Of Walton Street
Monday, July 09, 2012
So, I'm just innocently walking down my neighborhood road, and from the beginning of Walton st. a start hearing a dog bark. And then another, and then another....just a wave of doggy barking starting from the corner of the street down. It's like 8 in the morning and I wonder if the people of those houses are even up yet, and getting totally annoyed by all the barking. So I start wondering if my keys jingling are setting the doggies off. You know how when someone comes home or something, and the dogs get all excited about seeing their beloved human? Or maybe the doggies think they are going bye-bye. I don't know. So I start grabbing, and holding the keys so they don't jingle so much. It's a little tricky because I had them connected to my steel water bottle, and I don't have a pocket or a belt loop to hook them on. So I go on holding the keys kinda tight with all the little jagged and pointy parts in my hand. I get to the end of the street, a court. So I turn around and walk back, still holding the keys. I feel like I'm sneaking down the doggie street, when a little white fluffy guy on a leash starts up again with the owner 'hushing' away. Well, that did it and the wave of doggie barking starts up all over again, from little yelps and whines, to big scary 'wooooofs'. I gave up. I thought 'Well who am I to feel responsible for someone else's dogs barking? It's not my deal.'
So in my journey of life I am starting to let go of things that are just not my responsibility. Things I don't have to fix just because I am worried about someone else's feelings. I just realized 'Hey, if they have a dog that's their choice. (And it's 8. It's not that early in the morning anyways).' The only thing I need to worry about is the ones that make me jump when they start woofing it up when I'm right next to the fence. Yikes! Not only that, I met this wiggly chubby docile sweet, brown eyed doggie I wished I could pet, but he was not only behind a chain link fence, his nozzle was caked in dry mud like he had been rolling in it. I hope it was mud. I think I might sneak him or her a little treat....but that might be going too far.
I think every last house on Walton St. has a dog!