I have separation anxiety. We have done all we could to prepare for the event...and perhaps Henry is ready. I am not. Leaving the little guy behind at the groomers while he tried to follow me out the door was really difficult. I did the pre-school thing. One hug, walk out, don't look back. Henry was dropped off with Jessica at 9 a.m. and it is now 9:47.
One of my childhood memories is a trip to the doctor. I must have been four or five so it has been 60 years - so you know it was a "big deal" memory. After visiting Dr. Rutherford and getting a painful shot, Mom took me around the corner to a variety store and bought me a reward. It is a memory because even then I knew I got the treat because Mom felt bad that I had a painful experience. So, in memory of my Mom and ready for Henry - a gorilla that makes gorilla noises! So cute.
To collect the highest amount of dirty prior to our grooming trip, Henry and I revisited the Fullerton Pooch Park yesterday. It was a great experience - even better than the first trip. A really nice bunch of dog owners hang out there with their furry friends.
I do understand Whittier's hesitation in fostering a dog park. Liability, maintenance and allocation of a space would be high on the list of objections. On the other hand, there is a huge percentage of the city households with dogs.
I'd be one of the city council's best friends if they would accommodate my little buddy.