Pleasure Point is a haven for K-9s, and heaven for our 3-year-old grandson, Paulie, who adores his doggie friends and their kind owners.
During a lunch break, we trio, Paul, Paulie and I, strolled along the Point. It was a perfect day out, with the warm sun and cool wind. Not long after we got out of the car on East Cliff, Paulie spotted a brown & white St. Bernard. Up close, he was so fascinated by this giant that he stretched his hand, hoping to touch it just for once.
“Can he pat him?” Paul asked the lady owner on behalf of Paulie. “Of course. And he will like that too,” replied she. Paulie tentatively put his little had on the St. Bernard, and stroked very gently his wide and soft back. Paulie squealed with pleasure, and apparently the pleasure was mutual. The St. Bernard stood still, soaking in the soft touch and baby love.
The owner cautioned Papou Paul not to come too closer, for the St. Bernard was adopted with a history of abuse by a male. He was living the good life today, but something in the past still caught up with him.
Without any mishaps, but full satisfaction, we three bid our farewell to the St. Bernard and his gracious owner and resumed our Pleasure Point walk. In the far distance, we heard some faint calling. It turned out to be the lady owner who waved high a small green object. She was running alone to return Paulie’s sippy-cup dropped on the ground while he was patting his big K-9 friend. What a generous and caring lady! No wonder the once abused St. Bernard can live beyond a full age of ten.
