Date: Nov 12, 2017
Location: Main Street
I didn’t see this one personally, but someone sent me this photo taken in downtown Vancouver. A woman with a pittie hanging on her lap motored down the street on a motor bike. The pooch looked at ease – apparently it was familiar with this mode of transportation – and its ears flapped in the wind like a frickin’ dog goddess.
Date: May 9, 2017
Location: Oxford Street
On BC voting day, I voted at the nearby elementary school. On the way out, I bumped into these two pitbull sisters, adopted at the same time. The darker on was friendly/wanted a pet. The other one shyly came up and sniffed me, though didn’t allow me to get close enough to touch. Sweet, healthy looking pooches.
Date:November 14, 2016
Location: Pandora Park, East Hastings Sunrise
There comes a time for a dog, whose creaky hips and arthritis makes it difficult to walk long or as far as they used to in their prime. In a park off of Nanaimo Street, a woman was pulling her senior dog in a wagon behind her. As she stopped by a hedge, she parked and lifted the dog out (who at that point had a particularly serene look on its’ face, but then a bit perturbed at being carried out of the comforts of the wagon) to have a sniff along the grass.
As a side note, my mother does this with her own aging dog who is also unable to walk well. On a visit to Victoria, apparently the sight of her pulling her pitbull-mix behind her in a wagon invited hoards of picture-taking by tourists. Perhaps this was an unusual sight, or just illustrated the kind (and sort of funny) Canadian nature towards their dogs.
Date: May 19, 2016
Location: West Pender, Downtown
Some dogs can’t hide their boredom (though some would argue that there is no dog who can effectively hide it, but I’m getting off track.) That’s what I saw when I was getting my hair done one afternoon in downtown Vancouver. I’ve been going to this salon for the last 5 years, but I don’t usually get the pleasure of seeing this particular dog, owned by someone who either owns or manages the salon… I don’t know. But when I do, I always try and get her attention, and she usually trots over, with her ears tucked back and her eyes shyly looking up at me. This time, she had apparently been there all day, and was waiting for her owner to finish up business. With a longing and bored expression on her face, she would wander back and forth the shop, weaving herself between stylist’s legs, and sticking her nose into the fingers and laps of unsuspecting patrons getting their hair washed. Almost every time, she would be met with a cooing of voices, and people stooped down to stroke her broad head. In the meantime, she would pass the minutes until it was time to go home — which was signaled with a loud resounded bark.
Date: May 12, 2016
Location: Oxford Street, East Sunrise Hastings
While making my way down Nanaimo Street towards my house, I spotted two pitbulls walking along side their owner. All three weren’t in a hurry, as one of the dogs stopped to sniff the grass for several seconds. Suddenly, the dog flipped onto its back and did a small jig and dance, rubbing whatever scent was in the grass into its fur. The pittie eventually stopped moving and lay still, and with its legs still up and as if waiting expectantly, the owner knelt down to gently pat its stomach.