A hurricane watch is in effect and the wet (or threatening to be wet) weather and my body DO NOT get along. I'm exaughsted and my inflammation levels are high. My problems however are a drop in the bucket compared to my poor, poor stir crazy puppy. Just when she gets all used to her nightly walks, the weather turns all stormy and unpredictable. She's almost learned heal. So, today we decided to make a run to the dog park while the getting was good. We also remembered bread for the ducks this time, as promised.
It was a great group of dogs! There was even a welcoming comittee at the gate. Leeloo was trilled. It was about 4-5 large breed dogs who where all just as sweet as pie. The owners where a good group too. I parked myself under a shady tree while Isaac and Mike ran around with the big dogs. Riley wasn't fearful of the big dogs just a wee bit overwhelmed. She found the smallest dog there to hang out with. A little black butterball of a dog who was walking around on top of a picnic table to avoid being trambled by the big dogs. We decided his pointy ears reminded us of Skippy John Jones.
Now, the dog park does have a special small dogs section as well, but I've never seen anyone in there. After we left the dog park area a whole bunch of little dogs poured in. I'm not as familar with the names of the smaller breeds, but there were chihuahuas, some fluffy ones and maybe a dachshund? Anyway, I think the problem with the small dog section is there's not usually anyone in there. What's the point of bringing your dog out to socailize if they're on the small dog side alone. Except that, if that crowd of tiny dogs had been there when the retriever, the lab and boxer (among others) were playing rough they could have been hurt. The first time we went to the dog park a man told me that last year a miniature poodle was killed after it annoyed one of the big dogs one too many times. I'm just saying there's a reason they have a small dog section, but they could have made it more appealing so that maybe people would use it.
When Leeloo was tuckered out we went to feed the ducks. Only this time it wasn't a weekday morning it was a Saturday afternoon so we had competion. Last time we were the only game in town so even without bread the ducks walked right up to Riley. This time an elderly couple with two small dogs was standing on the little "duck feeding platform" with an entire loaf of bread. Not only that, but when they saw us find a spot in the grass and prepare to toss bread they threw everything they had left.
So, having survived the lesson in patience the kids did their best to toss the bread into the now full ducks. Riley's pitching arm could use a little work and Isaac will never be a career ninja. I think they had fun and I'm pretty sure some of those greedy fowl have tummy aches at this point. We headed for the car as the thunder started. Some of us (kiddos) running excitedly. Some of us (puppy and Me) slowly ambling. I wonder where the park ducks go during the storms?
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