I knew this day would come. You know what I mean. That day when your eyes meet across a crowded park. Your pulses quicken. Your eyes brighten and your tail goes up.
Then, if you’re like me you charge growling and snarling and really make a great impression!
I was mortified. The Help was cross with me and right there in front of everyone she stopped me and made me sit as she told me off. I blushed with embarrassment, though you couldn’t tell under the black fur.
I don’t like The Help being cross with me but I can deal with that. I just do what we all do. I give her the ‘I adore you’ look and pretty soon she’s putty in my paws again.
I wasn’t so much embarrassed about the telling off, or even my behaviour if I’m honest. It is my job to police the park. Those poodles are so into their socializing that they let anyone join us and do anything.
Looking back I don’t see what else I could have done. I wasn’t to know was I?
I wasn’t to know that I had just met my Prince and his first memory of me is of a snarling black ball hurtling towards him! Not the impression you want to make.
Not that I recognised him as my Prince. In fact I am still a little confused. He is not what I imagine my Prince to be at all. I have to admit he is a little vertically challenged, he has very little legs. I always pictured my Prince as being tall, dark and handsome and if not tall at least a little bit like Zac.
However, fate has other ideas. Let me explain how it all happened.
It started off like any other day in the park.
We walked down and met up with the poodle crowd and Roxy. Well, to be honest. Raffy walked down ahead of The Help and I. I had to wait for her to get her tail out of bed. Eventually we joined them.
I was there looking gorgeous which was just as well as it turned out.
Raffy was enjoying himself as always.
Cassie, Raffy’s bestie was there.
Rosie, the boss of the poodle pack was central to the action.
Ollie was doing his usual prancing.
Daisy joined us for the morning play.
And Roxie who is another non-poodle member of the group was there as usual.
Games were going on as usual. There was the ‘first to get the ball is the winner’ to begin with.
Games of chase and bitey-face were in progress and this is when Roxy gets to play her favourite game – grab the tail!
For some reason Roxy doesn’t seem to like Raffy’s tail, but Cassie and Daisy are fair game.
Just a normal morning at the dog park. Rosie was a little thirsty so her owner put down her own private water bowl and we all respected that and let Rosie use it.
Next thing I know this short fellow we had never met before rushes up and takes a lick of the bowl.
It was too much for me. Such bad manners. So I did the unmentionable that I actually did mention above. I wouldn’t have hurt him but I guess I sounded fierce. Come to think of it he wasn’t bothered. He didn’t even run away or turn his head, but The Help hauled me over the coals.
I don’t think the poodles even noticed him.
After I had been chastised I sat down for a moment and then went over to the little guy and we sniffed and made up. Fortunately The Help was just to late with the camera to catch that one, it would have made me blush all over again.
Then his owner appeared and he had an identical pal called Penda. Imagine my
horror , concern when I heard his name was Prince!!
OMD. I am a Princess, he is Prince. Does this mean that all my dreams are wrong? Is he my Prince?
Getting to know him a little more as I did this morning I do acknowledge that he is an okay fellow. But my Prince??
I have a lot of thinking to do.
Love from a rather confused Princess Zena