My husband brought this home from work the other day. It speaks volumes about my relationship with my King Charles Spaniel- ‘Finnegan’. I totally understand why this man might be carrying his large poodle down the street- I’ve done this too, plenty of times. When Finnegan was younger he refused to walk in the rain. If it rained while we were walking, I would have to carry him home- which sometimes has been quite a distance. He also has ‘dog fear’ which has resulted in having to pick him up to carry him past dogs he finds threatening. I never know what to say to the owner of the other dog as it seems offensive- like ‘my dog is too good to walk past your dog’. But my favourite is having to do this in social situations. On occasion I will bring him along to parties, although I do this less and less for this very reason. If there is another dog at the party, like say a nine pound Bichon Frise, I have to carry Finnegan around with me- just as shown with his legs and arms wrapped around me ‘Koala Bear Style’. Finnegan is 27 pounds (yes he’s tall for a King Charles) and it makes for a very awkward conversation, especially when he’s pulling and tearing at my dress while trying to get to my canape. He doesn’t demand this of my husband, just me. Thank God I have a husband though as I’m sure if I were single, I would never get another date again.
On a separate note I hope to have some original ‘oil sketches’ available later today. Think ‘mysterious ladies in fancy gardens’.