I went for a stroll in the park with my female biped recently. We walked across the small grassy field and went to the larger field. A small river flows along one edge of it and we spent some time watching the ducks. I had a good sniff around and passed the time of day with a couple of dogs I know. Then my biped said it was time for us to go home.
We made our way back to the small field, where there were now a few children with their mothers in the small playground that is fenced off in one corner. As we made our way across the field I turned to look back a couple of times, but it wasn’t until we’d almost reached the car park that my biped turned to look. There was a boy, about four years old, following us. His mother was still chatting to one of the other mothers in the children’s area and hadn’t noticed her boy had gone. He had almost caught up with us, so we stopped and my biped told him to go back to his mother.
He didn’t take any notice. He came up to us and started stroking me, so we stood there and I enjoyed being stroked. After a few moments my biped told him that he should now go back to his mother. He shook his head. My biped told him that we had to go now and we took a few steps in the direction we’d been walking. My biped was hoping that would make him go back, but he had no intention of going back on his own.
My biped sighed and we turned round and walked towards the children’s play area. The boy walked next to me, chatting away to me the whole time. We stopped near the gate to the play area and my biped called to the people inside as the boy still refused to return to his mother. There was a sign saying that dogs weren’t allowed in the children’s playground.
None of the adults seemed to hear my biped. One of them was pushing a swing with a child on it, but the others were busy chatting to each other. A couple of younger children noticed us and ran across and out of the gate that the first boy had left open. They came to make a fuss of me.
My biped said, “Clowie, this just gets better!”
I thought so, I was enjoying myself! It’s lovely to get lots of attention, but I think my biped was being sarcastic. She then told one of the children to stop putting his fingers in my ears – I was pleased she noticed. She then told the children that now they’d made a fuss of me they should go back to their parents in the play area. The children stayed where they were!
My biped again called to the adults in the play area – a little louder this time. The one pushing the swing heard her this time and asked what she wanted. My biped explained that the children wouldn’t return to their parents. She asked the other biped to get the attention of the chatting parents and ask them to fetch their children.
The parents came to get their children, but the children all started crying because they wanted to stay with me! The other children in the play area came out to make a fuss of me. We allowed them to stroke me for a few minutes and then we left.
On the way back to the car park, my biped told me I’m like the Pied Piper when there are children about. That was no surprise to me! We often have to stop and return children that are following me to their guardians. It’s just part of being out and about with a Pyrenean Mountain Dog!
See you next Wednesday!