I had just pulled into a parking space at the Walgreen’s in Stillwater when I saw her. A middle-aged woman in light blue scrubs was approaching the store entrance, coming from the opposite direction. A gentle, ongoing conversation with her canine companion who walked easily by her side was in progress.
As she passed the entrance, the automatic doors slid open and the dog stole a brief look inside the store. She encouraged him, however, to continue down the sidewalk a few more feet. Her companion followed her bid easily, without straining against the leash or pulling toward the entrance. His body language sent this message: “I’m here, just show me where we’re going.”
The dog’s owner approached the wooden bench outside the store, asked the dog to “sit,” looped his leash around a black iron leg, and patted his head. The medium-sized white tail began to wag furiously, a pink tongue licked his owner, and with both of her hands on his face, the owner told him she would “be back very soon.”
Swish, swish, swish. The medium-sized tail wagged against the brick wall as the dog watched his owner walk into the store. Once she was completely out of sight, he relaxed a bit and began to watch the street scene before him.
I turned off my car which was still idling due to my frequent affliction: “observer distraction syndrome.” Grabbing my purse, I headed into the store as well. I told the doggie he was “very good” as I walked by and smiled as the tail wagging began again. I believe that the tail of a dog is somewhat like a mood indicator, in reverse. A dog’s tail wags and immediately my mood is lifted. So, perhaps, a mood influencer? Continue reading Fido and the Hitching Post