Several weeks ago, when Bob reseeded the back yard, I started taking Blue around the corner to our neighborhood dog park.
We wanted to keep her off the lawn.
Blue loves the dog park.
She’s made a BFF named Rosie.
Rosie is a herding dog.
And Blue seems to enjoy being herded.
It works out well.
We’ve been having lovely spring afternoons, but the nights can still get cold.
This morning it was only 44⁰ outside.
“We’ll go to the park this afternoon when it’s 70⁰,” I promised the dog, opening the back door to let her out in the yard.
Blue was having none of that.
She refused to go outside.
I’ve created a monster.
So I bundled up and took her to the park.
It was a beautiful, bright, but chilly, spring morning.
Apparently the sprinklers were on at the dog park overnight.
It was a swamp.
It didn’t bother Blue in the least, but I was a bit put off.
We had to take a long walk around the neighborhood to dry her paws off.
And my shoes.
I have to admit that these early morning jaunts are becoming a nice routine.
Although I could do without the mud.
And the chill.
Liz Brenner
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