The other day when I was out walking the dogs at Holloway Mountain, I met a woman also walking her dog. As my three dogs ran to greet her’s, I yelled that mine were friendly and that I hoped hers was. She and I stopped to chat as the dogs sniffed tails and exchanged scents and other dog courtesies.
The woman commented that one of my dogs looked young. I said that yes, Sadie was just two and a half. She said her dog, an Aussie, was just two,that he was growing out of his puppyhood.
“So is Sadie,” I said. “We just got back from taking her on a long trip with us. She behaved beautifully.”
As we went our separate ways, she wistfully remarked, “I kind of miss my puppy.”