On Saturday we all went to Clumber Park. You may have noticed a post with pictures. What I didn’t mention was that whilst passing by a young couple with a very large dog (Leonberger type) she very loudly muttered “ridiculous”. I very nearly stopped and challenged her. When she sees a human being, being pushed, carried, wheeled or helped, does she think “oh my, how sad” or think “I feel so sorry for them” or, “I trust there’s hope for that person” or would she automatically think without any understanding of why that human is in that condition loudly mutter “ridiculous”.
So, why do you think she should mutter “ridiculous” when walking past me with my scottie in a stroller. She knows nothing about why he’s having to be pushed. She’s brave enough to mutter “ridiculous” but not humane enough to ask why.
Everyone I’ve come across this last week or so, may have had a smile or a smirk on their faces as they approached us, but all had the courtesy to ask why. Not one muttered “ridiculous”. When I explained the reason, every single one of them had some compassion for my boy’s plight. One young man, a road digger, was horrified that Finlay couldn’t be cured. Now, as I approached him and his team of workers I expected a bit of “banter” and laughter. But he hopped out of his van, and moved aside the road cones to allow us to walk safely in the middle of the road, whilst at the same time asking me about my scottie boy. It was at this point he asked “he’s not going to die is he?” I could see how it affected him – he wished me a good day and hoped my boy wouldn’t suffer too much. Not what I expected at all. Of the two I would have expected the young man to be more “rude” than the young woman who actually owned a dog!
This “Stroller” give us freedom. My boys are from the same litter. They have known each other all their lives. They eat, sleep, play and walk together. The only time they get out separately is if one needs to visit the vets and the other doesn’t. And when this occurs I have to “pretend” that one is going into the front garden, whilst secretly putting him in the back of the car. They have never been separated. So I couldn’t possibly take Bobby out on a walk and leave Finlay, alone in the house, wondering where we’d gone.
Freedom: Freedom for both boys. Bobby gets to run on his walks; release his energies and Finlay get to shed his “belly band” and go “commando”.
Yes, if I was Paris Hilton, with a chihuahua dressed up in bling and being carried around in a Louis Vuitton bag and me in 5 inch stilettos walking around a country park I would expect to be laughed at and called “ridiculous”. But one dog in a stroller and the other running about normally – surely with a bit of intelligence “that young woman” should have put two and two together and realised there was something wrong with one of the dogs!
Anyway, although it bothered me at the time, I know that, yes, we might give rise to a smile or two, but so long as my boys are getting out and about, that’s all that counts.
How have you coped with the smirks. Any advice much appreciated.