Of Dogs and Walkers Walking Dogs

Oh, yesterday, I saw my first Christmas yard display. Please! It’s not even Thanksgiving Day yet! However, at this time, that has little or nothing to do with dogs and walkers walking dogs I encountered this morning.

On past saunters, a dog behind a six-foot cedar fence barked. He/she did the first week of this hard walking program, the two days last week, yesterday and again today. I gave some attention to the reliability of the fasteners securing the wooden boards to something behind. Would or could the dog, or perhaps dogs, behind the fence charge a gap and attempt to have my leg for lunch? Would I have to go on Judge Judy for a settlement? Just a fleeting thought.
Farther along the walk, a dog has barked from inside a house (like the Yorkie in the comic strip “Grand Avenue”). I met that dog at a garage sale last summer. Then it barked while standing inside the garage on a slack leash. No lunging from that one. Just a response to a human in his/her territory. What would the one behind the fence do with a stranger in his/her territory? I know dogs have the bark response to instill doubt in the mind of any who might cross the imaginary line. So be it! I’m not going to do more than walk by and let the dog bark.
Another dog I saw and have seen before lives behind a chain-link fence. It appears agile enough to jump over but seldom runs toward it while barking. Its companion dog just stands and watches.
I saw five leashed dogs and four walkers walking them. One was probably being trained. It barked back at chain-link dog. Its walker made a motion, it stopped barking, and it went to an observing hunkered down position. At another motion, the canine trainee almost sprang to sitting at attention. There was a second snapping of fingers and the trainee stood. Dog and master walked away even while chain-link dog woofed a few more times. Don’t know if trainee dog looked back – I was going the other direction.
A lady who looked to be dressed more for a dog show than for walking on the street appeared from a side-street with a pair of Greyhounds. They also looked to be dressed for show with matching blankets on their backs.
One lady jogged behind a Pitbull, the other I saw was being pulled along by a large mutt. I asked, “Who’s walking whom?”
She said, “This’s building up my arms more than my legs.” Then they were gone.

Ever see a cat on a leash?