I took our dog Henry to the dog park this morning. Saturday mornings are busy there, and today was no exception. When we showed up, there were already several other dogs there and Henry made the rounds of greeting each one.
We have been coming to the park for about 6 weeks now, and we are becoming friends with the other owners and Henry with the dogs. Henry will be 6 months old next week and some of the other dogs are the same age. It’s nice to see them and watch them grow along with Henry. Sometimes it will be a week or so in between seeing some of Henry’s friends, but we tend to get a warm greeting when we arrive. This morning, as we came through the gate and started to walk to where the others were, we were greeted with smiles and ” OH, Henry is here! Hello Henry”. I got a smile and a hello directed at me, and it dawned on me, I don’t know their name nor they mine.
Maybe this is dog park etiquette? I somehow have to earn my way into first name basis? The dogs run around sniffing each other- I don’t think that would be appropriate in my case. We exchange pleasantries as we monitor our dogs behavior, and clean up after them, but so far it hasn’t occurred to anyone to actually exchange names.
As we go along in life we are defined by many things, each one a name. I am a wife, a mother, sister, aunt, coworker, a friend, Henry’s owner, new blogger. Most important I am me. Finding my spot in the family, and in life. I don’t always get it right, but I am here, giving it a shot.