All of me had been cooped up for two days due to the constant, cold rain. That’s a lot of mutt to keep stationary. As you would expect I was chompin’ at the bit to get out and get loud.
Mom’s great idea was the dog park. Too bad for her that we had to park a distance from the open gate. I pulled, tugged, and almost tore off My Mama’s arm, trying to get to my potential playmates.
Mom was embarrassed to death that my behavior was so adolescent and that she’d didn’t have better control. The two-leggeds at the park thought I was younger than my actual age. I consider that a win. I mean everybody wants to be younger; right? Mom just looked exhausted and felt grateful she hadn’t ended up on her butt.
The rest of this blog page is devoted to me fellow protector, doggy park playmate, and occasional irritant, Dash.
There were many large dogs at the dog park; probably cuz we were in the large dog section. A small Jack Russell named Dash was the exception. I don’t know if this guy couldn’t read or if he liked the fight for survival.
I do know Dash had moxie mixed with a high dose of attitude. Dash quickly found the smell of me butt arousing. That meant he kept his nose as close to my hinder as his short stature would allow.
When I lay down dash was on top of me. (I did have to warn him about his paw placement!)
When I played with other dogs Dash ran along beside me. When I showed more attention to my bigger playmates, Dash growled (Get gone! He is MY mate!) Maverik took off. He didn’t want any of what Dash was handing out.
Here, I’m yelling at Dash to get the heck off me!
Dash is trying to rest his head on my back while I’m getting some love.
Look at those tiny legs! I’m shocked at how well he gets around on those stumps.
I’m givin’ Dash a tail hug as I’m telling Maverik’s mom to keep petting me. She might have been more willing if I hadn’t had me mouth wide open. Sometimes, due to my gentle nature, I forget I can occasionally come across as intimidating.
I’m glad My Mama doesn’t yell at me for rollin’ around in the dirt and snow. An old collie with an old owner came to the park. Every two seconds the crabby lady was yelling at her dog to not get dirty, and she wouldn’t let her dog play with the others. Me and Mom wondered why the old crank even brought her poor animal to the park in the first place. All of us hounds and our parents worried about the health of this over-protected pet.
(Dash and Maverik running after me.) You can see Maverik is a pure white beautiful husky. His mom is cool cuz she let Maverik get as dirty as he wanted. He was more of a pup, so he didn’t get to tussling in the dirt as much as the others.
My tongue is hanging; I need rest. A couple of hours of constant roughhousing wears a big mutt out. I walked docilely next to Mom, acting my mature age, all the way back to the auto.
This is how I spent the next day and a half.
Luv, Otis