I went back to see Fozzie again…

When I called to him he immediately jumped up and ran toward me – and flopped down on top of my feet. To me that is doggie language for “hang out for a while”.

Soon enough we were joined by the rest of his friends whom I hadn’t had a chance to meet yet…

and the playing got underway…

I got to meet a few new faces and give the lot of ’em a scratch behind the ears…

The only one I couldn’t really get a chance to meet was a young black lab who just couldn’t seem to pull herself away from her game of barking at the surf as it came in…

Overall, it was a great little visit. The night before, as I was passing by in a taxi – I saw a drunken 20-something in the street harassing Fozzie. Fozzie stood about 25 feet away looking at him… I’m pretty sure he’d probably just keep his distance and run if the guy came after him.

I can see why these dogs might be afraid of people. But for some reason with me, they’re just as nice as can be and make my walks along the waterfront extra special.

2 Responses to “I went back to see Fozzie again…”

  1. Bob Hurley Says:

    That’s it! Game over. You’re not coming back. If it were me, I’d stay just to make tose dogs as happy as they could be.

    It does my heart good to hear about you playing with these wonderful guys. I think they are really happy that you came into their lives and brought a lot of joy with you. This is proof that the only language they speak is the language of caring.

    You’re a good man, Charl…..uh, Michael.

  2. Andy Boyns Says:

    Great continuing story! Love it!

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