Today the Parks and Rec guy invited us into his office, an unprecedented move, and one sure to give the park biddies something to talk about. Shimmer had been eyeing the open door as we walked by and the Parks and Rec guy saw us and invited us in. Shimmer looked around and was clearly unimpressed by the standard government-issue desk and lack of food lying on the floor. The guy and I talked about greyhounds and how much they’re just like cats for a few moments, we said thank you and left.
Because of Shimmer, we’ve been able to explore a UPS truck he jumped right into, and went on a tour of a million dollar home that was for sale, just because the door was open and the realtor said, “Hello.” (Please don’t pee on anything, Shimmer, please don’t pee on anything, was my desperate mantra the whole time.)
We also were invited to take a look inside the neighborhood church and found out they had a dog-friendly mass. Joan and Shimmer went for a while but then quit after Shimmer insisted on being the loudest when singing with the choir and then falling asleep and farting for the rest of the sermon. I don’t think they even have dog-friendly service anymore.
We get to go into all these places because Shimmer confidently insists on his right of curiosity. It would never occur to him it’s probably against some rule to jump into a truck, or just because it’s an Open House, doesn’t mean it’s open to dogs. He enters these situations with a confident attitude and doesn’t allow for any questions about propriety or legality or even possible desecration of a perfectly good carpet. He wants to see what he hasn’t seen before.
And, it turns out, so do I.