“All our dogs are running around. And yours is hiding behind your leg.” Thankyou, lady at the dog park. I had noticed that. And no, I don’t know why.
Frankie is a good dog. He’s never aggressive. He’s just shy. He likes to walk around with other dogs. Our trips to the dog park have given him more confidence around humans, seeing how other dogs interact with strangers. But he won’t play.
He’s fascinated by trees, fence posts, long blades of grass, and the contents of my bag, but has no interest at all in the Labradors bouncing across the field, or the Foxy chasing his ball. Should that bother me??
It does a little bit, only because I don’t want him to miss out. I have two rabbits, two birds, and two fish. They have each other to experience life with their own species, and for company when I’m not around. I feel bad that Frankie doesn’t, and I’m not in a position to get another dog right now. Not that I think he’d even want it. So should I just give up?
My Mum thinks it’s perfect karma- he’s exactly like me. When I was a five year old human, I refused to get involved in any of the extra curricular activities she wanted me to do. I hid behind her leg during play dates. I quit dancing half way through my first lesson- just decided I did not want to do this, let’s go home. Much like Frankie heading for the gate to the carpark.
I get it- he is who he is, and he’s probably never going to be a social butterfly pooch. I think that’s ok, as long as he’s kind to everybody. :)
