Today Penny and I went to a birthday party for a dog from our walking group. Her name is Bella, and she lives up to that name, I must say.
She had a horrific start in life but has now been rescued into a wonderful home, living with two humans who understand that Bella will need lots of care and training to become the dog she can be.
I didn't know what to expect from a doggie party and had visions of having to watch Penny every moment to make sure she was mingling well. I don't generally stand around in parks with groups of dogs, as I like Penny to keep moving and stay out of any potential for conflict.
Well, to my surprise, all the dogs had a calm but fun couple of hours, all mixing well and trotting busily around the yard together.
I guess it's a tribute to the choice of dogs invited to the party - the dogs know each other from our regular walks and spent time together at our recent Christmas party at Kepala Dog Country Club.
There was a lovely barbecue - but the dogs only got to stand around and hope in vain that a bit of meat would fall their way.
There was delicious party food
- but the dogs only got to gather under the table and hope in vain that someone would slip them a crumb.
I wonder whether the dogs knew it was a party for them. Or did they suspect that, once again, it was all about us humans having fun?