Luky Has Lots Of Friends
Luky has more friends than me. I have a lot of acquaintances and a few close friends. Luky seems to have hundreds of friends and an unlimited number of acquaintances.
He defines "friend" as any dog he doesn't have to completely re-sniff to confirm gender and last meal.
His enormous social life is pretty understandable in midtown Atlanta. It's an area of the city that boasts a large population of gays, artists, students, professors, and other kinds of intelligent and socially conscious expressions of human life. According to Luky, humans who own pets tend to be smarter and more - well, in his words, more "human," whatever that means.
I asked him later if "pets" really meant "dogs" to which he quickly responded "dogs, cats and birds," so apparently Luky has his favorites which do not include (I take it) snakes, fish, tarantulas and other pet categories.
Anyway, we made our normal visit to the park this morning at about 6:00 a.m. and met up with a couple of Luky's friends - Cole and Hitch. Cole is a Black Lab and Hitch is some sort of mix, I think, that would be impossible for me (as a human who doesn't know how to sniff out the truth) to properly identify. They are non-genetic brothers, and comprise a 2-dog gang of delinquency.
Luky likes them a lot. They are 2 of his favorite friends, but he's keeping his distance for about the last month. That marks the day when Cole and Hitch's mommy, Robin, was petting Luky in the absence of her own boys. Well Luky, being an only child, immediately decides that such attention means Robin now belongs to him. So, the next day we ran into the whole family - Cole, Hitch, Robin and daddy, Scott - in the park, and Luky ignores the rest of the world (including a sizeable and raucous group of other canine kids with respective parents), and beelines for Robin. Justifiably, Hitch lets Luky know just who, in fact, has dibs on her.
Being 125 pounds, with a thick coat of seal grey fur, paws the size of drink coasters and the overall look of a well-fed wolf, does not mean that Luky isn't a pansy. Now he keeps a respectful distance from Hitch until he's sure he's been forgiven for trying to steal Robin. The whole social scenario might be considered embarrassing, but I was proud of Hitch for taking the stand and happy to see Luky (who has plenty of protective fur to survive such warnings from friends) get the reminder that other human-animal families have their own personal relationships into which he is NOT invited.
Scott asked me how Luky types this blog and I had to admit that I take dictation. It's a little humiliating, I suppose, but I explained to Scott that since I'm in control of the keyboard I can editorialize a little bit. As I said that I looked around to make sure you-know-who could not hear me. All of a sudden the fact that Luky was still maintaining a respectful distance from Hitch (who was on the short leash and close-by) had added benefit.
Luky is not reading this as I write. He's listening to John McCain's conversation with Don Imus on MSNBC.
He defines "friend" as any dog he doesn't have to completely re-sniff to confirm gender and last meal.
His enormous social life is pretty understandable in midtown Atlanta. It's an area of the city that boasts a large population of gays, artists, students, professors, and other kinds of intelligent and socially conscious expressions of human life. According to Luky, humans who own pets tend to be smarter and more - well, in his words, more "human," whatever that means.
I asked him later if "pets" really meant "dogs" to which he quickly responded "dogs, cats and birds," so apparently Luky has his favorites which do not include (I take it) snakes, fish, tarantulas and other pet categories.
Anyway, we made our normal visit to the park this morning at about 6:00 a.m. and met up with a couple of Luky's friends - Cole and Hitch. Cole is a Black Lab and Hitch is some sort of mix, I think, that would be impossible for me (as a human who doesn't know how to sniff out the truth) to properly identify. They are non-genetic brothers, and comprise a 2-dog gang of delinquency.
Luky likes them a lot. They are 2 of his favorite friends, but he's keeping his distance for about the last month. That marks the day when Cole and Hitch's mommy, Robin, was petting Luky in the absence of her own boys. Well Luky, being an only child, immediately decides that such attention means Robin now belongs to him. So, the next day we ran into the whole family - Cole, Hitch, Robin and daddy, Scott - in the park, and Luky ignores the rest of the world (including a sizeable and raucous group of other canine kids with respective parents), and beelines for Robin. Justifiably, Hitch lets Luky know just who, in fact, has dibs on her.
Being 125 pounds, with a thick coat of seal grey fur, paws the size of drink coasters and the overall look of a well-fed wolf, does not mean that Luky isn't a pansy. Now he keeps a respectful distance from Hitch until he's sure he's been forgiven for trying to steal Robin. The whole social scenario might be considered embarrassing, but I was proud of Hitch for taking the stand and happy to see Luky (who has plenty of protective fur to survive such warnings from friends) get the reminder that other human-animal families have their own personal relationships into which he is NOT invited.
Scott asked me how Luky types this blog and I had to admit that I take dictation. It's a little humiliating, I suppose, but I explained to Scott that since I'm in control of the keyboard I can editorialize a little bit. As I said that I looked around to make sure you-know-who could not hear me. All of a sudden the fact that Luky was still maintaining a respectful distance from Hitch (who was on the short leash and close-by) had added benefit.
Luky is not reading this as I write. He's listening to John McCain's conversation with Don Imus on MSNBC.
posted by RAM at 8:26 AM
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