“That really is a great question. One I haven’t shared with anyone before, but I guess it’s time I do.”
She took a deep breath as though gathering her courage, for what he wasn’t sure. The look on her face said it wasn’t going to be what he thought.
“I wasn’t looking for a dog, or anything else for that matter. I was going through . . . a difficult time. It had been almost a month since burying my sister, and I decided to go for a jog in the park. That was when I saw this woman who had about seven or eight dogs, all shapes and sizes. At first I thought nothing of it, thinking she was a dog walker or something. But then I saw her take all the dogs off their leashes. That stopped me in my tracks because I knew that woman had to be crazy and was never going to be able to catch all of those dogs again. When I approached her I saw the signs posted stating: ‘Service dogs in training, do not pet.’ It intrigued me so I put my run off and found myself sitting on the grass watching her as she gave command after command. Each dog obeyed without hesitation. It was like watching boot camp but for dogs, and she was one hell of a drill sergeant.” Laughing, she said, “Blossom here was in that crazy mix. Of course she towered over all the others, and all I could think was how huge and scary she looked. Any moment I anticipated her to sit on one of the other dogs by mistake. Just look at her, she is almost two hundred pounds. But the handler had full control of every one of them without even raising her voice, using mostly hand motions.” Blossom, now content, moved to hang her head out the window as Katherine told her story. “You would’ve been equally impressed by her techniques.”
Drew wasn’t about to tell her that he had absolutely no interest in watching dogs at a park no matter how many tricks they could do.
“Before I knew it, there was a crowd gathering to watch too. What was a quiet prime spot, had filled with families all around me. Two young girls skipped by right in front of me as they were trying to fly their kite.”
Drew noticed her eyes darken and fill with sadness. Swallowing hard, she bit back the tears that threatened to flow before she spoke again. He wanted to stop her; reliving it was causing her pain, and that hadn’t been his intention.
Before he could say a word, she continued. “One moment I was watching kids playing and the next thing I knew I was thinking of my childhood with my sister. A flood of memories, both happy and sad ran through me. I knew what was coming. The agony of the loss was hitting me there in the park where everyone could see me.” Her voice cracked with deep emotion. “Tears came down uncontrollably. I didn’t want anyone to see me bawling my eyes out, wasn’t ready for anyone to console me, so I lay in the grass face down, my head pillowed by my crossed arms. And for the first time, I didn’t hold back; I let it all out.”
“You’ve been through a lot.” He yearned to reach out to her, hold her, make her forget all of it, but this wasn’t the time for that. Soon.
Shockingly, Katherine continued with a giggle. “Can you picture this? Me lying on the ground oblivious to anything happening around me, when I feel something heavy pressing down on the back of my legs. I almost jumped out of my skin; rolling over quickly I was ready to confront whoever was about to attack me. And that is where it all began.” Katherine tapped her thigh twice firmly, and Blossom left her prime spot at the window and lay on the seat, placing her head on Katherine’s lap. “The handler came running over to me and this sweet girl here. For the first time, Blossom wouldn’t obey her. She called her, then tried to pull her by her collar, but Blossom wouldn’t budge.” Scratching her behind her ear she added, “Ursula, the handler, apologized, then explained what she did, that she rescued dogs who were on a list to be euthanized and trained them to be therapy dogs.
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