Maggie has really got into the playing stakes as she joined in a game of chase with a black cock-a-poo called Pippa on the beach today.
Pippa was a rescue and came to our elderly friend last November after she lost her dog of some 13 years. She wasn’t too keen on another so soon, especially as she was aware of her own advancing age and health ***, but her neighbour already had three and a fourth was dumped on her doorstep, so she asked her to help her out.
Pippa had a different name then, and was timid and shy of both people and other dogs, though if you gave her time, her curiosity got the better of her and she would tentatively approach you for a sniff.
I’m a firm believer to let the dog come to you and always ask the owner if I can fuss their dog as you never know the history. I show my hands are empty and let the dog make the first move which usually results in a lean or a lick, or both.
Pippa could only be described as a black rocket on the beach today. She and Maggie were playing chase when a grey whippet joined in and literally could turn circles on her, but the little dog didn’t quit as she was having so much fun. Maggie backed off as the whippet was too fast for her, but like yesterday, there was no animosity.
We met up with another couple we know who have two small dogs, but they were more interested in swimming than playing, though Pippa tried to engage them in her game too.
We’d seen Max and Jack walking along the shoreline with their owners when we started out and waved as they were going in the opposite direction to us.
A fuzzball came sniffing round Maggie, and I’d say he was a cross between a Pug and a Shitzu. He was very persistent in checking her out and she didn’t like it very much, so came and tucked herself behind Hubby’s legs. The hackles were up and the Elvis in the offing, but his owner whistled him in and with a gentle nudge in the right direction by me, he ambled off.
Pippa in the meantime went bombing off like a demented rabbit as the whippet had moved on and she decided to play by herself for a bit. We kept an eye on her though just in case she ran off the beach and lost sight of her mummy.
Walking back along the prom, two ladies were seated at the cafe table with their dogs.
At first I counted three, then four, then saw a fifth nose, and asked if I could say Hi.
I was told I could, but not Maggie which was fair enough.
All five were rescue greyhounds in various colours and size, and even though I used to work down the dog track years ago, I don’t know that much about them really.
I asked if they were full greyhounds, explaining that I had met some pretty big whippets in my time as the brown and white one started to lean into my hip. The chocolate one was quite content to be stroked, and apparently I was honoured that the brown one let me touch him as he was not a people dog! The other two were lying on blankets in the corner, so I didn’t disturb them.
Come the end of September, we’ll be able to let Maggie off the lead on the beach both sides as the Summer restriction comes off.
These past couple of days have been lovely in seeing so many dogs being allowed to play and socialise with each other, and we are so pleased that Maggie has taken part in that.
We’re watching her carefully today as she was quite stiff on her final walk last night, so we’re not pushing anything and letting her call the shots.
Photo July 2018
As an aside, there are at least four people we know of who have offered to have Pippa should something happen to her owner. The community spirit around here as far as dogs are concerned is the best I’ve ever come across.