“You take her around the outside and I’ll run inside and we’ll score on those pesky humans.” A tense situation but Rebel and Sally have a plan.
One of the many things I love about my town is that we have a “Dog Park.” It’s a place to take your pup and let him/her run freely and socialize with other like-minded canines while you get to share pet stories. Since I haven’t been blessed with grandchildren yet, what else can I do?
On a typical Saturday there are at least 15 other canines who drag their owners out to the park to sit and watch them practice stupid people tricks. It’s such fun and I never fail to meet a new friend. I’m certain that pet lovers make the best friends. Plus, your pet goes home exhausted and ready to lay by your side and take a nap.
Today the turnout was a little sparce since the university is on a break. All the Veterinary Medicine students have taken their dogs and gone home, but we had the fire plug all to ourselves. Lucky Dawg isn’t so sure that it’s sanitary. She’s very fastidious. She refused to take advantage of the facilities. She came home and used my flower bed. We’re working on her potty training. She was a stray and hasn’t gotten the hang of blue blood doggy habits. Shoot. Neither has Rebel or my granddog Sally.