Asian Persuasion

Shea's obedience lesson was scheduled for this afternoon. To my dismay, I received a call from the trainer canceling. She cut her hand and had to get stitches. So much for that! I guess we will have to wait another week before Shea turns into a great dog!

To compensate for the missed training lesson, I brought Shea to the dog park for a bit. It's the best way to get him tired fast. The dog park was packed this beautiful Friday afternoon. Twenty-plus dogs. Shea was busy chasing the ball around. He sniffed other dogs and ran after them a little bit, but always came back to play ball. I noticed, at that moment, that Shea is a lot like me. He likes to interact with other, but he also like to run, play, and be somewhat of a loner at times. Yep, that's me!

With that revelation, I began to evaluate the other people at the dog park. It was no surprise that the big, chunky, rather masculine woman had an extremely aggressive dog. Her dog was the one that got others to lay down on their backs as if to say, "I surrender." He did this by biting at their necks. I can picture this woman dressed in a sumo wrestling thong, going after her opponent with the same gusto.

Then there was the lanky man dressed in a retro jogging suit. I found it very fitting that he had the super hyper dog that had bundles of energy. The dog that was sprinting in circles. He obviously had the same personality as his owner who watched while pacing and fidgeting.

Maybe I'm being ridiculous. It's not like dog owners pass their genes on to their dogs, so why would they have similar personalities? I must be imagining it. I had convinced myself until the lady of all ladies stepped out of her car. The lady who wore the stiletto's, black pants, black jacket with the collar up, and her sunglasses so perfectly propped on the top of head. What kind of dog would this kind of lady have? What do you think? Out of the trunk jumped a black poodle. The two of them pranced to the fenced in area with the prissy gait. Once inside, the dog raised it's nose to the rest of the dogs. It looked to me like the club-ready owner did too. She must have thought I was so low-class wearing sweat pants to a dog park.

From this, I was completely convinced that dogs take on their owners personalities and habits. I took notice of the dog that was running around trying to hump all of the other dogs. Sometimes successful, other times not. Either way, the dog had a mission. I scanned the crowd trying to place this dog's owner. Hmmmm, was it the young guy in the North Face fleece? Or was it the twenty something girl texting on her cell phone? Nope, it was neither. It was the little asian lady. This threw me for a loop. That little asian lady didn't look like she would be running around trying to hump everything in sight. I pictured her more sitting on the floor indian style making paper cranes.

But, according to my new, and seemingly proven theory, she is doing much different things with her time!