No Car Go, Dog, Go!
I’ve been thinking a lot about dogs lately.
Mostly, I’ve been thinking about dogs, because my boyfriend just adopted one from the Denver Dumb Friends League. He’s a black lab/pointer mix, and we’re convinced he was sent from the dog gods to train us how be good dog parents.
When we’re most clueless, it feels almost like he’s talking to us, coaching us through:
- “Mornings are for walks, afternoons are for naps, and evenings are for cuddles.”
- “If you let me eat grass, odds are good I’m going to puke on your carpet.”
- “Saying goodbye when you leave for work is probably more difficult for you, you old softie, than it is for me.”
Anyway, all this dog-fulness got me thinking about the role cars play in a modern dog’s life.
Cars take dogs to the vet, the groomer, the grandparents’ house at the holidays. People load their dogs in the car to go to the park, for a hike, even out to eat. Dogs ride in cars about anywhere their owners want to go that’s farther than a mile or so from their homes.
I’m beginning to think if I ever want a dog of my own, I’ll have to get a car too.
You might say, “But, Amy, people have children without having cars.”
The big difference is: You can take human children on the bus. As far as I know, most public transit systems only allow service animals to ride.
I guess I could get a bike trailer for them to ride in or use a carshare every now and then.
Any car-free dog owners out there? I’d sure love to hear how you do it!