Fonya, John Boy and Jacoby take a break

Jacoby, on the other hand, had a very busy day with me. First, we went to our first Greyt Fun meetup. I thought that maybe it would just be he and I walking in Callahan State Park, as Jini had told me she may not be able to come with Fonya (who I deemed Jacoby’s Valentine). But it turns out that Karen and Mitch showed up unexpectedly (LOVE when that happens!), so Jacoby met their John Boy and it turned out to be a party! John Boy had run 100 races (won 15 of them) and just retired in November ‘09, so he’s a newbie to the spoiled rotten lifestyle, but apparently taking to it very well.

So we walked in Callahan for about an hour and we talked about our greyhounds, which was a lot of fun. John Boy and Jacoby, both being boys, had a peeing contest to see who could pee on the most things. I’m not sure who won, but they had fun competing!

After our walk, it was off to some pet stores in Framingham/Natick to post some flyers advertising our new playgroup. PetSmart actually didn’t have any Community Bulletin board, but PetCo and Pet World both did and were very nice about me pinning a bunch of flyers up.

So that was a lot of jumping in and out of the back of my Highlander. But also a lot of opportunities for Jacoby to pee on things right outside the store, where countless other dogs have peed before. So that was fun for him.

Then we were going to go home, but on the way we passed right by Butter Worth Park, where Paul had placed a geocache. I thought it was a great opportunity to check on the dryness/winter steadfastness of said cache, so we parked and headed across the park to the trees, Moto Droid in hand, GPSr and camera hanging from my belt loops. I was so geeked out; Steve Ballmer would have been impressed.

We’re almost to the trees when an unleashed black lab comes running at full tilt up to Jacoby (unhindered by the weak “come back here” by his people) and slams on the brakes a few feet away. Jacoby freezes, trying to instill calm in this frantic dog. So sniff sniff happens. Labby gets all up in my boy’s junk, but Jacoby’s okay with that. Then out of nowhere, the lab decides to (are you sitting down?) mount Jacoby, which is frankly tough, because the lab isn’t a huge dog and Jacoby kinda is. The instant this happens, my marshmallow of a 76-pound dog turns surprisingly fierce and I don’t even have time to get in the way before Jacoby’s growled and warning-snapped his way out of trouble. This is the second time I’ve ever heard Jacoby growl (I got a growl from him once for taking his Greenie away in mid-chew, but I body blocked him and cut that right out) and first I’ve seen him snap at anything.

I was all tuckered out after my big day!

I was so proud of my boy. He really handled it beautifully. He was nice until it was clear Labby wasn’t going to be, then he wouldn’t take any guff, dog-style. Needless to say, Labby ran back to his family. I praised Jacoby all the way to the cache, which was probably another 25 yards or so. Jacoby certainly kept an eye on where that dog was the whole time we were in the park. Labby actually ran at us again when we were on our way to the car, but I positioned myself between the two dogs, and Labby decided about 20 feet away to make a circle and run back to safety. I bet he was thinking, “If the dog is that mean and the person praises him, how mean must the person be?!”

So good dog owners and bad, Jacoby had seen them all on Sunday. And he had enough excitement for a whole week. “Home” sounded like a really good destination when we got back in the car. Alas, he is a dog. So the next time I get my keys and tell him he’s going somewhere with me, he’ll be just as excited. God love canines and their endless sense of adventure!