Admitting It Is The First Step

by Houndstooth on

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.

Springtime Stroll -- Tales and Tails

Springtime Stroll

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.

Greyhound Dog Park Invasion -- Tales and Tails

Greyhound Dog Park Invasion

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.

Waiting On The Bridge -- Tales and Tails

Waiting On The Bridge

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11 Responses to "Admitting It Is The First Step"
  1. That is so cool! They look like they had fun! 😀

  2. SGilbert says:

    Sounds like you and the girls had a great outing! Love the pictures!

  3. Sue Dyer says:

    Us Greyhound stalkers have to keep together:)

    Wish we had dog parks here. There might be some in the country, but don’t know of any near me.

    Hope you have a fab Friday. Sue, Polly & Honey

  4. GeoFizz says:

    I agree with Sue Dyer. We Greyhound Stalkers should unite. I am a long-time greyhound stalker. Anyone who is smart enough to get themselves a greyhound should be with their own peeps, as it were. I mean, I’ll bet you have a lot of greyhound followers that read your blog… I found you because I was looking for other greyhound like minds… so I too was “stalking”. Besides, I’ve found that greyhound people are much like their dogs in that they are well behaved, calm and pretty likable. So, why not stick together. Now… did you get her name so you guys can have “play dates”? I would have done! lol!!

  5. Casey the Boxer says:

    I don’t think you’re a weird stalker. We love finding other boxers at dog parks, because boxers just play differently when we’re together!

  6. Cathy C Bennett says:

    To stalk or not to stalk? – that is truly the question. I say STALK! Nice photo by the steps too!

  7. Emma says:

    It’s normal. Mom followed a couple with a Kuvasz all around town one day in Germany until she finally ended up with them on the beach and got to talk. Katie and the young Kuvasz played and played and it was wonderful. I was only a puppy at the time, so I mixed in a bit here and there, but that was it for me. When you have a dog that isn’t seen everywhere, you get that bond and feel the need to meet.

  8. Erin says:

    i can neither confirm or deny if I have done with fellow dachshund owners.

  9. Teh Megan says:

    I may or may not have made several friends via FB stalking. One of my closest friends (who eventually became my roommate), I GH stalked. Our group (Greyt Expectations) has special vanity license plates in MD and she has one. I noticed it driving home from work one day. Then the person turned into my neighborhood and I realize this obvious greyhound owner lived a few streets down from me. I considered following her home, but thought that might be too much, so I stalked her on our adopters forum since I remembered her plate number. We scheduled a doggy play date soon after and started walking our pups together on the regular. Now we’re thick as thieves and she is definitely my greyhound’s “other mommy.” GH stalking is ALWAYS worth it!

  10. genjiscorner says:

    When you join the Cult of Greyhound, I think it’s officially part of the ‘dogma’ to seek out other greyhound people and say hi when you see them. I’m not a particularly social person, but I’m always happy to meet another greyhound person.

  11. Jodi says:

    Maybe it’s like a jeep thing? My husband has a jeep and anytime two jeeps pass each other, they wave. He tells me it’s like a club, LOL all I know is the lab people don’t do this. 😉

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