As Poppy and I made our second loop of Central Park yesterday on our bike we stopped at the top of cat hill for a hot dog. I care some treats for Poppy but I usually find myself stopping at the top of the hill to remove a coat, drink some water, and align something on the bike. So buying Poppy a hot dog is something I do from time to time. As we sat in line waiting, a lady and young boy came up and asked if they could take a picture of Poppy—I happily obliged.
As I was waiting the lady said that her son had a dog who looked just like Poppy named Diesel and they were the best of friends. I looked at the young man and he gave me an emotional wide eyed smile, and then pulled out his phone to show me what could have been a picture of Poppy. My heart swelled. Ugh. I said they are the best. They are the biggest lovers. You are fortunate for having had the love of a Rottweiler.
The two sat there loving on Poppy, taking pictures, while I waited. Then the lady slipped me a $5 bill and said can I pay for Poppy’s hot dog, cause you just made my day. I love meeting people like this, because I find it difficult to articulate to people how much Poppy means to us, so when someone just gets it and approaches me to tell their story, I am filled with happiness. We are so lucky. We so don’t deserve these amazing creatures. Or maybe we do?
