This is our beloved rescue mutt Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle.
Isn’t she a beauty?
It is my responsibility to keep her safe and sound, and I take that job seriously.
In the winter, she tends to love sprawling in the living room.
I know, though, that a daily walk is good for both of us. We’re both a couple of pounds heavier than we might like to be, report the doctor and the vet.
My dear wife Karen and I have our code word for the activity. I like to take a W with the D. That’s because when I mention the words walk and dog in the same sentence, Ellie B jumps around like a wild woman.
This is what it looked like yesterday afternoon in Syracuse.
Karen had been sent home from the downtown office of the big daily to complete her tasks on her laptop in the safety of our happy house in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
Feeling satisfied that I no longer need fret about her making that four-or-so mile drive home in the bad weather, I decided to take the D for a W.
I didn’t plan anything drastic, just a happy jaunt through the falling snow to the parking lot adjacent to the park two blocks over.
Ellie B enjoys leading me around the edges of the lot, sniffing and pawing at the snow banks that have built up.
This is Norwood Park. It’s a multi-purpose place, with two football fields for the Eastwood Bears youth league, and a playground with swings and such for kids.
It’s well posted with signs telling everybody to keep their dog on a leash, and to clean up after them.
Ellie B is always on her blue leash. I always have a couple of supermarket plastic bags in my pocket, in case.
But sometimes Ellie B and I can’t get to the parking lot or the park.
Several times lately, we’ve spotted a red truck in the lot. Yesterday it pulled into the lot as we approached 100 or so yards away. Here’s the routine: The owner does not come out of the cab. He or she sits behind tinted windows, opens the door, and lets a big black dog out loose to run.
When I spot them there, I pull a disappointed Ellie B in the other direction, our paths altered by the dog off the leash. Ellie whimpers. The black dog stands at alert until we’re out of sight.
It may be a friendly dog.
It may not.
I do not plan on finding out by bringing my leashed dog in the vicinity of an unleashed dog. That’s not fair to either of them.
So, I must say, you, owner of the black dog sitting in your red truck, are acting like an an idiot.
The law is not for you, apparently.
I’m sick of you.
The next time, I just might bring my dog home, return with my iPhone, and take a picture of your truck with license plate on full display. Wouldn’t that make great evidence.
Do you think dog owners should let their animals run loose at public parks that are posted with leash laws? Would you bring your leashed dog anywhere near an unleashed dog? Would you confront the owner or just grin and bear it?