I am kind of a big deal

Today I took my Beth for a walk on the levy which is like the hot spot that dogs love to take their people.  It was a pretty refreshing morning and we had decided to go out fairly early.  Beth has been super busy with human things this year and we have been working almost every weekend at the auctions.  It was nice to finally have a Saturday to just take a stroll and smell the flowers with Beth.  

So there we are, walking down the path and I hear my name a little ways a head of us.  My name being Omar, you don’t hear it often so I was sure that it was meant for me.  We continue on down the path when I hear it again. “Omar, old boy!” Before approaching any closer I stop to take a sniff of the air. John, that smells like John I think to myself.  John is a nice man that comes to all the sales and always takes at least 10mins out of his day the pet me and tell me a story.  If I catch him at lunch time he will even share his hotdog with me. I ran up to him, leaving Beth in the dust.  When she finally did approach, John was introducing me to the little person he had with him.  The little person wasn’t very good at throwing stick but I entertained him by bringing it back all the same.  

Beth and John were joking about how he didn’t recognize her at first but that I was pretty easy to spot.  They continued on with some other boring human stuff and then we were off down the path again.  We had been on the levy for about an hour, Beth was sitting by a tree reading and I was sniffing and rolling in the wonderful grass, when I caught wind of something familiar.  Then it happened.  My name, I heard my name again.  This time it was coming from a wispy sing song voice.  There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that it was.  Ruth! Another one of our good patrons.  She is a sweet little lady that smells of too many flowers. She always has a goody for me in her pocket when she comes. Beth and her chit chatted for a few minutes and off she went.

It happened again, and again it was me that they called out to. When they left Beth seemed a little frustrated.  “Omar”, she says to me, “I find it slightly amusing that I have been around these people since I was a little girl, most of them knowing me as well as my own family, and yet it is you that they say hi to first, and ask how you are doing, and then turn to me to ask the same almost as an afterthought.”  I didn’t want to hurt her feelings anymore but I think she has forgotten that I am kind of a big deal.