I've often envied my sister and siter-in-law, who have made so many friends in the process of raising their children. They have a comeraderie based on common experiences. One of the things that makes me feel good is that I do have that comeraderie from different experiences. Today, after a poodle birthday party for Canon, Roxy, and Mr. B, I took time to appreciate that.
During my teaching career of 34 years, most of my friends have come from the people I work with. Then, there's my book group, started by a couple of women who were parents of my students. We have come to share more than the stories of others.
My dogs have led me to other friends-- poodle groups, of course, made on the Internet and in real life. People I have never met face to face have supported me and given me advice. Through the Standard Poodle Yahoo group, I met Karen, who's the breeder of my Canon, who in turn, led me to my friends, Nancy and Jeremy, who belong to Roxy and Jasper. Canon (and Nancy) led me to obedience and agility classes, and the Poodle club.
Rondo led me to the Bone Cancer Dogs group. With these people I share a common, if tragic experience, but one that has led me to grow more than I thought possible at this age.
I talk about dogs, mostly, books, people. We make bonds with people with whom we share commonalities. I have that, too.
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