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While traveling you can learn a lot from kids and dogs
July 27, 2015, 1:55 pm
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I’ve been riding a bike and the town’s shuttle bus quite a bit lately. Yesterday I rode my bike to the bus stop and sat down. Invariably, there’s a mom with a little girl at the bus stop or on the bus who starts a conversation with me. She whispered loudly to her mom, “Why isn’t he talking?” Such are the beginnings of conversation. The talk evolved to, “My grandmother’s name is Shelly.” “Her last name?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. I said, “Oh. Do you have a great, great, great-grandmother who wrote a book called Frankenstein?” No response to that question. Then she showed me illustrations on her lunchbox. She asked if I knew who it was. “Minnie,” I said. I asked her if she knew who Minnie’s boyfriend was, she did. I noticed her last name written on the bottom of the lunchbox with marker. “McQueen…that’s your last name?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. I asked her if she had a great, great-grandfather who’s first name was Steve? Her mom started laughing before I got halfway through saying it. The girl asked what bus I was going to take. I said, “A red and green one. Here it is now.” We said our goodbyes.

I put the bike on, got on the bus, and sat down. The bus just started to move when someone said, “Wait! People across the street.” They were waving to get the drivers attention. The driver stopped. There’s a big family, seven children including a child of about five with moms’ standing at the edge of a sidewalk on a very busy four-lane street. They aren’t going to…before I could finish that thought, sure enough they all ran across the street. “Dangerous,” I said. The bus driver said, “Don’t try this at home, kids,” as they got on. They had been to the McDonald’s across the street and had drinks from there. She warned them if one of them spilled, they all had to go. They became quite vocal as we started moving. I noticed the five year-old girl sitting in the window seat next to her mother kept looking back at me. During the twenty-minute ride, her mother took three photos of the girl from her phone. Each time, her daughter dutifully affected a smile. As we neared my stop, one of the women in the group sitting in the seat in front of mom turned around and started talking with her. The mother was telling her about when they walked her dog, it would only bark at the men and not women. “I wonder why?” the woman said, with an acknowledging look. I had realized then the girl’s looks. There…she looked again, half-hiding behind her mother. I remembered a documentary I watched a while ago. Nova’s Decoding Dogs/ Understanding the Human Dog Relationship. The documentary explained how dogs were very adept at reading unconscious visual and verbal cues given by their owners and would thus react. The documentary shows interviews later with dogs beside their owners. The owners spoke of their dogs’ amazing ability to know exactly what was on their owners’ minds. I saw my stop coming up. I was glad to be home…and safe.

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Thanks, everyone.

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Comment by Allen Capoferri

Allen, I love when I get to read your writing. The attention to details really comes through. Interesting encounters. So many things going on in these brief vignettes. One I particularly reacted to is the mother taking pics of just one of her children. I’m sure her other children were also picking up some social cues from their “owner”.

Great post!!

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Comment by Dadicus Grinch

Thank you, Michael. That’s a real compliment coming from you.
Yes, I’m sure the rest of the family was getting their cues.

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