Dog-watching in Chicago
Mike and I are people watching on Clark Street, Chicago, enjoying sangria outside Andies. I am also dog watching.
Despite the humidity, we have been able to walk the beautiful Northside neighborhoods of Andersonville and Edgewater. Dogs abound.
The restaurants and coffee shops with outdoor patios allow pets to join their owners as they enjoy a meal or coffee. Remarkably, the dogs are well-behaved.
My dog teacher
Our beloved Jigga has been gone just over two years, and I miss her more as time goes on. Jigga taught me about dogs, that each one possesses unique personality, just like each child. Luna, our current canine, has highlighted that fact.
So an ode to Jigga who loved us and expressed her love, greeting us at the door with leaps of joy and exuberant narration of all that had transpired during our separation. Like a loving parent, she forgave us our irritability and neglect.
She protected us, restless until everyone was in the house.
She was gentle in play, but I would have trusted her against an aggressor.
Thank you, Jigga
Mowgli’s relationship with Jigga was a quiver in his arsenal managing ADD. We realized a short time after Jigga’s death that another dog was needed. If not for that, we would have been happy to remain dog-free, knowing that we had been blessed with the perfect pet.
I love Luna. And as if a natural dog lover, I observe each dog, inquire about their history. I could care for any of these dogs.
But as I let them sniff and lick, it is Jigga that I am loving.