Acceptance

I'd like to think that I'm a take it or leave it kind of gal. you get what you see and if you don't like it then too bad. But as you grow older you realize there are situations, places, occasions where you have to conform, be accepted whether you like it or not. The workplace can be one of those places and as I'm finding out the dog park is another.

There is a woman who is at the dog park every morning, everyone knows her by name, she is to the dog park what Norm is to Cheers. (Yes I just dated myself). That is if Norm were a 50 year old woman with a teacup yorkie who knits sweaters for dogs. Her dog sits on her lap and never touches the ground. So "Norma" is somewhat of the godfather of the dog park, she bosses other dogs around and tells owners how to handle their dogs however she is loved and if she doesn't like you or your dog, you're not really welcomed. Not wanting my dogs to be shunned, I have tried on several occasions to talk to Norma...no dice. Finally I realized the way into Norma's heart was money. So I broke down and bought a dog sweater that she knitted for my dog. So now before I enter in the morning I have to pull her sweater out and put it on my dog. Sad? yes. Pathetic? maybe. But I have now been accepted and my dogs can play freely. Sigh.