Yesterday was finally one of those early Spring days that feels like it came out of a postcard. The rest of the week has been rather inclement, so when we woke up to blue skies and fair weather, we knew we had to seize the day. After a morning appointment was finished, I went home and grabbed Bunny and Flattery to see where life would take us.
We decided to go take a springtime walk in Bradley Park, which is an old park in Peoria that has some lovely old bridges and structures, along with some newer additions like ball diamonds and dog parks. We weren’t the only ones who thought it would be a good day for a walk in the park. Everywhere we looked, we saw other dogs and owners out enjoying the day, too. The funny thing was that I didn’t see a single person walking there without a dog. I guess dog people are more in touch with the blessing of a beautiful early spring day after weeks of walking in less desirable conditions.
The girls and I had a lovely walk and were on our way back to the car. We were enjoying the spring breeze and singing birds when a small SUV drove by. A small dog in the front seat was barking madly at us and I looked closer. The little dog was an Italian Greyhound and in the back were several Greyhounds and a Golden Retriever. The driver honked at us cheerfully. I was intrigued. Okay, I went into Greyhound stalker mode. I texted a friend and asked if it was too stalkerish to follow someone to the dog park because you saw a Greyhound in their car. My friend assured me that it was not, so we decided to at least head to the parking lot to have a peek.
I wondered a little about what I should say. “Oh, hey, we saw you drive by and decided to follow you and see where you went so my dogs could sniff your dogs and hang out with their own kind.” Eh, maybe that would sound a little creepy. I wracked my brain for something better to say and pulled into the parking lot by the dog park.
The other Greyhounds and their entourage were already out in the dog park. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there weren’t many other dogs there and it looked like a pretty calm crowd. The dogs all seemed to be getting along and having fun, so we got out of the car and headed in. The woman who brought the Greyhounds came over to me and said “I’m so glad you decided to come! When we saw you walking, I was hoping you would!” Then she turned to her dogs and said “Look! It’s your peeps!” I’m so glad it wasn’t just me. After all, admitting it is the first step, but I didn’t really want to admit that I was a full-fledged Greyhound stalker.
All of the Greyhounds had fun sniffing each other, walking around and making sure they left plenty of peemail. We learned that the other Greyhounds were Tulsa, Ellie and Leavie, and all three of them were in their senior years. Actually, looking at them made me question whether Bunny really is a senior, especially when she decided that she and Flattery had to have a good run around the back part of the park. She still runs like she’s going to scalp the grass right off the earth and I could tell she was very pleased with herself after her victory lap. Flattery couldn’t even come close to keeping up with her.
Of course, soon it became time to leave. A little chihuahua entered the park who didn’t have great manners or socialization and it made me uneasy. The woman wrangled her Greyhounds up and Bunny went right to the gate with them, clearly ready to leave with the other royalty. I told her to wait, though, since Flattery was in the back of the park so we could go get her. It didn’t take long to get Flattery there, just a call of her name and she was trotting right over. We headed out and got in the car. After a long drink of water, because leaving all that peemail can really drain you, the girls laid down and stayed down until we got home. I thought I might have to carry them inside, but they rallied and made it in on their own.
Both of them stretched out on the couch, clearly contented and sated with the world. They definitely enjoyed their day out. I decided then and there that it was totally worth it to be a full-fledged Greyhound stalker.