|rocks at dog beach|
My garden has been yielding its abundance, and I've started some new projects around the house, most chore-like, others with an artistic flair. This month marks the year anniversary of Gryphon's passing, and we all still miss him a lot. If something positive can come from losing a member of your family, it is that the surviving members get more exercise now since I am no longer the caregiver to an elderly dog. We take brisk hour walks around East Falls or Fairmount Park every morning and in this heat they often end with a dip in the fountain at Philadelphia University or else a stroll in the Wissahickon Creek.
|the fountain at Philly U|
So the day before my fateful accident, I had Madison alone in the park since I was running and Chloe is injured and can't be off-leash for a few weeks. The three of us had already done an hour walk in the morning, but I took Madison out again so I could run with my Ipod on and not worry about some creep trying to attack me in broad daylight. Not to mention it's just more fun to run with a well-behaved dog, especially one in as great a shape as Madison. It was 95 degrees and humid, so after we stopped I took her down to our special spot in the creek. As soon as I unleashed her at the opening in the fence bordering Forbidden Drive that led down to dog beach, as I call it, she raced down to the water and immediately laid down and started taking gulps of water. I made my clumsy 2-legged pedestrian way down the roots and rocks to the water, took off my shoes and socks, lay my Ipod, headphones, and sunglasses down and waded into the creek, wincing a bit as the rocks tested my tender feet. Soon I was in above my waist, calling Madison towards me. The water felt so good after my run.
To my right a Causcasian Earth Mother of woman in a sundress that looked like it had been on many a dog hike was standing next to an African American man with a beard. They were chatting and throwing a ball into the water for two dogs who were avid swimmers. I asked them if they would mind if we came over there, because I wanted Madison to see their two dogs gliding effortlessly across the creek and scrambling up on the opposite bank in the spirit of freedom and exploration.
"Oh sure, dogs do learn from each other" she said, and that is how I struck up a conversation with Kathy and Karl. Madison stared in awe at the Lagotto Romagnolo, or Italian water dog, as well as at Rose, the lab mix, and in that moment I knew her competitive spirit would take over and she would get it. This is the dog who as a puppy could jump a 7-foot fence, who can catch and kill all manner of animals, even birds, and who is an incredibly powerful, cunning, and graceful athlete. She figures out how to open doors. She is smart as a whip and a little manipulative too. She sometimes frustrates me, but I realize that if I were a dog, I would be just like her.
|where the peanut gallery stood to watch and heckle|
So I went about my own swim, paddling on my back while I spoke with my two newfound friends about the dogs they had owned over the years. I discovered Karl was another client of my dog chiropractor, Dr. Fries, and I told them the story of Gryphon and of rescuing Madison and Chloe and the rest of the litter. Suddenly Kathy's eyes got wide and she had a big smile on her face. Madison, who had been barking pitiously to get my attention during that whole time that I was ignoring her, suddenly was doggie paddling over to me in the deep water.
"That's it Madison! Good girl Madison!" the three of us shrieked at the same time, causing the picnickers on the other end of dog beach to look over at us. People on the fence were clapping, shouting, laughing and offering their encouragement. Madison had the sloppiest dog paddle going; she made big splashes as she struck the water, rather than pushing it, and it was really funny to watch. This was a mutt from North Philly, she was no Italian water dog! She swam right up to me as I lavished priase on her, and I soon discovered that because she could not stop paddling, her nails left big welts which over the next 24 hours would develop into long thin bruises down my arms and back. I was afraid that she would get tired, and she was headed over into the current a bit, so I started to grab her to point her in the direction of the bank and Kathy interjected, "no just leave her alone, she'll be fine."
And Kathy was right. She also told me in a couple more tries Madison's "stroke" would become more efficient and graceful, which was what I was hoping for.
It was getting late, and Kathy and Karl said goodbye and I thanked them and told them I hoped to see them again. And with that, I slipped my sneaks back on, gathered up my things and Madison and I strode back onto the trail, both dripping wet, headed up to Hermit Lane where the car was waiting to drive us the 2 miles back to the house, where Chloe would be anxious to join us for dinner. What an incredible day! I can't believe how proud I am of my dog, I mean you would have thought my kid had just won the Nobel Prize for discovering the cure for cancer. But no, she had just proved, once again, that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks.
|the swimming hole|
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