The dogs are missing me.
My husband, Peter, predicted this after we moved. “All the dogs will miss you!” he said. “They are going to be looking for the Treat Lady. Don’t you think that’s sad?”
I did not. First of all, I didn’t believe it. Just because I passed out treats for a couple of years to the dogs didn’t mean they would expect to see me again. Just because they remembered me when they saw me didn’t mean I would ever cross their minds if they didn’t see me.
But yesterday I got two text messages from dog owners claiming their dogs were missing me. Both included photos of the supposedly bereaved dogs. One showed a dog looking mournfully into the camera. The second was a photo of two dogs staring at the trail where I used to meet them on my hike in the evenings. The photo was captioned: “They look for you every night.”
I am dubious.
For starters, the two dogs who are supposedly still looking for me are the border collies who attended my going-away party, and if you’ve ever met a border collie, you know how clever they are. I’m certain they remember the party and knew why we were throwing it. If they are still watching the trail, it is likely in an effort to find my replacement. They probably also have a posting on Craigslist: “Seeking middle-aged woman to provide refreshments an hour before owner gets home. Serious applicants only.”
The other dog was Remington and if Remington is missing anyone, it would be Peter, who tossed exactly six goldfish crackers to him every day of the pandemic. Peter called him a “circus dog,” and told him it was a shame they no longer hired dogs to entertain under the big top. Remington’s goldfish cracker-catching skills are probably getting rusty, but that has nothing to do with me.
It’s not the dogs who are missing me. I miss being the Treat Lady.
There is nothing stopping me from handing out dog treats. Every day, I walk through new neighborhoods, seeing new sights, learning my way around. At first, I had to consult my phone constantly as I wandered, with no idea where I was or where I was headed. Now I have a two-mile area in all directions pretty well explored. There are lots of folks walking dogs everywhere I go. But I haven’t handed out any treats. I’m ...
