|O Captain, My Captain|
Tomorrow I celebrate an entire year with my totally adorable sidekick, Captain, a kelpie x black lab who is so funny and so sweet that he is the one redeeming feature of this dung heap of a year. I was planning to write a little tribute to him - but basically who needs it - we all know that dogs are the best! and rescue is fabulous, and of course I reckon he is the best dog and a GOOD BOI.
What I can write about that is possibly the most unique thing that has happened to me this year is what happened when I took Captain out for our morning walk today. Which is incredible. Even by Mandurah standards.
So here we go....
This morning, Captain was in the off leash, and so was another dog. Now I'm not sure who started it but somehow both dogs were pooping in the same area at pretty much the same time. Maybe they were racing? Competing for turf? Who knows... but they both pooped and I had to walk all the way over to pick up poo and so did this other guy.
I was just tying a knot in the poop bag when this guy says to me "that is my dog's poo"
Taken aback, I waited to see if he had anything else to say.
Which he did not.
So eventually I said, "Do you.... erm.... want... your dog's poo?" and held the bag out towards him.
He eyed me.
We stood in complete silence.
Then he clipped his lead on his dog's collar and walked off without saying anything.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?
I thought at first maybe he didn't want to pick up strange dog's poo (like germ wise?) and then I thought maybe he needed the poo for a sample for the vet? But he said nothing. The first and only thing he said to me is "that is my dog's poo"
How did he say it? Flat. Statement of Fact. Kind of soulless. A little bit like someone who has been brainwashed or hypnotised. Possibly stoned out of his gourd.
And there you go, it is Mandurah, after all.
And I stood there (possibly) holding someone else's dog's poo and wondering if I was supposed to pick up the second poo. And wondering if someone just totally played me to get out of picking up dog shit at 6.30 in the morning.
And I still really don't know.
But I've met a lot of people while walking my dog, and this one has just become a Hall of Famer.
In an ideal world I have another 10-15 years with Captain and a lot of people to share wonderful and awkward moments with. So here is to my dog, Captain, long may he live.