Dog people

Bailey and I went out for a morning walk at the Citadel again Monday morning. That is likely to be a daily occurrence. We covered almost five miles (7.75 km) and went again to the dog park that we had found the day before. There was no one there but we met a women who was heading in there with her dog, a young husky mix. She spoke English so we were able to communicate quite well. Her dog was a bit nervous so they didn't stay long but after that Baily had the place to herself and I was able to let her off leash for the first time since we've been in France. The dog park had a four foot fence but beyond that there was a second fence, probably five or six feet tall. I have no concern about Bailey trying to run off now, however. She's stuck to me like super glue. 

Later in the afternoon Clay and I hit a museum and then had a couple of beers before coming home to take Bailey out again. We went to the green space right around the corner from us and met a women we had met previously with her two dogs. She had very good treats that she offered to Bailey. She spoke no English and I speak no French but somehow we were able to communicate the essential information. One of her dogs (both adopted) was a 12 year old golden who came from Italy. The other was two years old but I couldn't make out that one's original story. I introduced Bailey and told her that she was also adopted and was about two years old. Her dogs were very well behaved and Bailey sat nicely for her but was a little too mouthy taking the treats because they were so good, but the woman worked with her on it. I think I expressed the fact that we had just moved to Lille but were intending to stay. 

When we got home home Bailey ran up the stairs to greet Clay and I told him to give her a hug for being such a good girl. When I came up after her I told him that I needed one too. It felt good to have made a connection with another person, despite our language disparity. Somehow I knew that it would be a dog person. Is anyone surprised?