This is a throwback story from late 2015, but it remains fresh in my mind like it was yesterday. In fact, it was one of the driving forces for creating this blog. It was evening on a Wednesday afternoon, and I was headed towards the UBC gymnasium that featured a drop-in class for gymnastics. Before entering the building, I noticed that there was a women sitting on the steps next to a slim black lab with a leash tied to the stair railing. The lab craned its neck towards me, and with a shy wag of the tail, it crept towards me, seeking a little scritch (which I obliged of course). As I sat next to the lab, the woman next to it and I chatted briefly. She told me that she was waiting for one of her kids from the junior kids’ class of gymnastics to be let up, and the lab next to her wasn’t hers. She was allergic to dogs, so couldn’t pet it, and was simply keeping it company. This seemed to me the epitome of love for dogs Vancouver, and anywhere. The lab was just too sweet and lovely to leave alone.
Date: July 11, 2016
Riding shotgun is what this little Shih Tzu seemed to prefer, perched against its owner’s leg. Clearly not the time to wait in a claustrophobic dog carrier that was sitting on the floor next to them.
Date: June 9, 2016
Location: New Brighton Park
I took a run down to New Brighton Park for the first time since moving to this neighbourhood over two months ago. I had no idea what kind of a park it would be, and I was delighted to find an expansive park with an outdoor pool, tons of green space, and a path that followed the edge of the Burrard inlet. The whole park is backdropped by a clash of scenery: the North Shore mountains and the nearby industrial plants and Port of Vancouver machinery. I followed one of the paths that gave me beach access, and saw a woman with her three dogs — a Retriever, Lab (both fully grown), and a younger Lab pup — on the beach. She was throwing balls into the inlet, and the two adult dogs crashed into the water to retrieve them. The younger pup (less than a year’s old it looked) splashed near the water’s edge, watching as its siblings swam out in fetch of the balls.
Date: May 26, 2016
Location: Garden Drive
A woman was out walking her two dogs one morning, carrying one of them in her arms. As I got closer, I noticed that it was an elderly dog, with white hairs sprinkling its face. With eyes were half closed, it looked like it was dozing in her arms, or taking in the air as they continued onto their walk. No one is left behind, whether they walk or not. I wonder what I would do if the dog was too heavy. Maybe take it in one of those kiddie wagons?
Date: May 19, 2016
Location: West Pender
Some dogs can’t hide their boredom (though some would argue that there is no dog who can effectively hide it, but I’m getting off track.) That’s what I saw when I was getting my hair done one afternoon in downtown Vancouver. I’ve been going to this salon for the last 5 years, but I don’t usually get the pleasure of seeing this particular dog, owned by someone who either owns or manages the salon… I don’t know. But when I do, I always try and get her attention, and she usually trots over, with her ears tucked back and her eyes shyly looking up at me. This time, she had apparently been there all day, and was waiting for her owner to finish up business. With a longing and bored expression on her face, she would wander back and forth the shop, weaving herself between stylist’s legs, and sticking her nose into the fingers and laps of unsuspecting patrons getting their hair washed. Almost every time, she would be met with a cooing of voices, and people stooped down to stroke her broad head. In the meantime, she would pass the minutes until it was time to go home — which was signaled with a loud resounded bark.
Date: May 12, 2016
Location: East Sunrise Hastings
While making my way down Nanaimo Street towards my house, I spotted two pitbulls walking along side their owner. All three weren’t in a hurry, as one of the dogs stopped to sniff the grass for several seconds. Suddenly, the dog flipped onto its back and did a small jig and dance, rubbing whatever scent was in the grass into its fur. The pittie eventually stopped moving and lay still, and with its legs still up and as if waiting expectantly, the owner knelt down to gently pat its stomach.