|Dog Frog and his noshable friends|
Sometimes it’s tough living life as an introvert in a world that seems to be run by extroverts. You got all these Type A people out there on the front of the stage running the show, while all us quiet, unassuming folk are back in the wings holding things together. Go on out there, we say, we got your back, dude.
According to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, you can sum up these personality diffs this way:
- Extraverts are action oriented, while introverts are thought oriented.
- Extraverts seek breadth of knowledge and influence, while introverts seek depth of knowledge and influence.
- Extraverts often prefer more frequent interaction, while introverts prefer more substantial interaction.
- Extraverts recharge and get their energy from spending time with people, while introverts recharge and get their energy from spending time alone
As a highly functioning introvert, I’m pretty much in agreement with all this. I’m ok with the task of being the thinker behind the doer. And while I absolutely can do high energy adventures like give a speech or go to a party, it’s just that a nap afterwards would be quite nice.
I’m somewhat familiar with the Myers-Briggs personality test thingy, having gone through it a couple of times or so in the interest of career development. And while the results provide some comfort to know that my core personality doesn’t change, it remains unsettling to find that I fall into an “exclusive personality category which contains only one percent of the population.” Huh, one percent. I try to think positive as I ponder on this nugget of info.
So, I’m unique, y’all! Creative, clever and sensitive! As rare as a unicorn in a world of plow horses! No, no of course I know what this means. If you should find your personality style anywhere less than even 10% of the general public, well, it means people look upon you as a bit of an odd duck.
And so thanks so much, Myers-Briggs, for confirming that with your nifty little test. Like the high school experience wasn’t enough to prove it.
Socializing the yellow dog
So, you might think taking Yaxley out for socializing would present a challenge for me. In a world where I prefer to go about my business within an imaginary cloak of invisibility, that taking a dog would knock me off my groove. It’s true, walking Yaxley through “no pets allowed” facilities negates the invisibility cloak. You’re gonna get noticed.
It can be turned into a game, of sorts. I flash a friendly smile at anyone we encounter who makes eye contact. The sport of it is to tally up the reciprocated smiles against any askew skunk eyed glares. The smiling faces always win (there’s bonus points if you get an awww). Skunk eyes can go on their way and live to stink up someone else’s day, I say. But only because I’m weird.
After reading fellow dog blogger Something Wagging This Way Comes‘ post titled 5 Ways Dog Save the World, I was reminded of our local farmer’s market and their no-pets-rule. A rule that I find a little off. The PNC 2nd Street Market is an effort in sustainability with organic food and handmade natural products. Come on folk, what’s more organic and natural than a dog? But really, I do understand. Space to move about the indoor market is limited, not much room to maneuver a dog through there, organic or otherwise.
|Animal Snackers Bakery|
In the winter months though, the crowds have dispersed providing a shopping experience at a leisurely pace. Yax and I popped by the 2nd Street Market for some power socializing. With his CCI logo cape, he is easily identified as a trainee. But he pulls himself off as a pro. Walking by my side, sitting when we stop. Shaking paws on command as he meets toddlers and adults. A fine ambassador for CCI, he is. Good dog, Yaxley.
We made time to stop at the Animal Snackers Bakery, a shop run by the volunteer group Friends of the Humane Society. These folk make healthy and tasty dog cookies as fundraising for the Humane Society of Greater Dayton. I stop by here every trip to the market to grab some baked goods to support the fine work these volunteers do. And because the dogs love it when I bring home some goodies for them. They nosh upon all of the varieties with eagerness, but it does seem their favorite is the peanut butter Dog Frogs. How can I tell? I measure the drool strings.
|Hey Food Lady, the cookies are glowing!
Kinda like a unicorn does!
The farm market experience gave us a couple of things to check off Yaxley’s New Experience List:
- Tight traffic areas and how to position the yellow tail safely.
- A really big guy in a clown suit making balloon animals.
- Balloons popping before becoming said animals.
- A dog cookie store and ignoring the treasures that are within easy reach.
Ah, twas a good day. Now, please excuse me, won’t you? I think I’ve earned myself a cat nap. Wish me sweet unicorn dreams.
|The dogs aren’t the only food motivated ones here. Tasty fare from Baan Thai Noi|