I got a post card in the mail from a local merchant I'd never heard of before, Tails of Santa Monica, inviting all postcard recipients to come to Yappy Hour every Thursday from 6pm til 8pm. I live up the hill from Main Street in Santa Monica. Main Street, a few blocks from the beach and surrounded by neighborhoods of modest rent controlled apartments, is a very trendy area, a city street where people walk and go to trendy restaurants and shop at trendy stores, and there is a trendy pet store there which i didn't know about, i think it must be new. So tonight we went to Yappy Hour. It was quite fun. We went inside a gate to a small court yard, and the shop opened into the courtyard behind it, and there were dogs running around with their leashes off, like a dog park only it was a small compact contained area. It was quite funny to watch all the dog antics and Zack was in heaven with all those dogs to play with. I was proud of him, everyone in dog land seems to appreciate the cavalier, everyone knows about the breed, "Oh, is that a cavalier? My friend has one," and i was so proud of Zack when twice, from a far distance, while he was in the middle of dog play, i called him and he came running to me! I really didn't expect him to, i didn't think he'd stop playing or pay any attention to me. After all, when i call him to come to me at home from only a few feet away, he usually just stares at me, but at Yappy Hour, he came running just like Rin Tin Tin, and people were impressed, they oohed and ahhed.
I am looking forward to going to Yappy Hour next week. Normally I can't go to Yappy Hour because I work on Thursday nights, but we are on a 3 week break right now. It was fun looking at the expensive boutique doggie stuff at the store, cute squeaky toys, gourmet treats that look just like human pastries, and i was admiring a $65 halter/leash combination in camouflage, Zack tried it on. i controlled myself and didn't buy it, to the obvious disappointment of the proprietor. I signed Zack up for a puppy class they are having on Sunday. maybe i'll get him an overpriced squeaky toy when he graduates, just to say thank you to the proprietors for the nice time.