Dogs: Man's Best Friend

There is a woman with whom I was introduced many times—we had common friends. But for as many times as we were introduced she never seemed to recognize me—ever. I am not certain if she was a “born and bred’ Garden City-ite--but if she wasn’t, she had the blue-blooded demeanor to made me think that she could have been.

When we first adopted Jasper I made a point to socialize him as much as possible. I took him with me to pick up the girls at school or the bus stop. I took him into town for walks. He came with me to softball games. And on occasion I would take Jasper with me to the pet store—as he, as well as all other well-behaved leashed pets were allowed to do so.

And while I was in the pet store, the woman who I was introduced to many times yet still never recognized me, spotted Jasper (not me) and came over to chat. She had the gall to extend her hand and introduce herself with no visible recollection of having previously met me. And then she proceeded to tell me about her Wheaton Terrier and what a beautiful breed of dog it was. All the while I pretended to listen and held my annoyance at bay.

And just as I was thinking this woman is so full of it---It happened.

Jasper rotated his butt and pooped right there inches in front of her feet. And not a small poop—but a Great Dane sized poop. And when Jasper was finished, he wagged his tail with pride and sniffed it just to confirm that he in fact had performed the miraculous deed.

To say the moment was awkward was a gross (literal) understatement.

But it is also when I understood for sure that dogs are man’s best friend.

And this woman who I was introduced to me many times yet still never recognized me continues to do so to this very day. And when I first met her it infuriated me that she found me so unmemorable, but now I just find it funny---and a bit sad.

Because there is no way that she could ever forget me, or my beloved Jasper after the pooping incident. The moment was too rare---too karmic-ally perfect—too unbefitting of a woman of such lineage. And so whether the woman was truly blue blooded or not, Jasper the Wheaten Terrier said it all: Big Sh**.