It has been awhile..

I'm back to blogging about your sweet and sassy dogs and their antics at the park. 

Today was bitter cold, windy and overcast!  Overall yucky for both the morning and afternoon walks at Southland. 

In the morning we walked with Rio, Zore and their mom Tammy.  Everyone enjoyed the walk and Tammy made a point of telling me that her dogs get along so well with the group.  Bruin, Everest, Guiness, Marty, Nicky, Whistler and Tucker did not seem to mind the cold weather and in fact I think it invigorated some of them.  Whistler lost what we love most about old dogs - their calm and obedient demeanor - and decided that playing keep away with a piece of wood was a good game.  I did not appreciate the gesture as we were all trying to get across the pathways at the time and she happily bobbed and weaved while I tried to catch her.  Ryder was not happy to be at the park to begin with as he HATES being cold and then to add insult to his injury Marty wanted to play with him.  Ryder does not play with pups and was most upset that this wiggly happy little thing was trying to goad him into it.  Ryder was more than happy to get home and did not even stop at the door for a good-bye pat.  Marty being such a cheerful little guy didn't let the snub faze him.  The rest of the dogs were almost too good considering it was Monday and bloody cold.  That made me very happy.

The afternoon group welcomed two new members to the pack: Sara (an older yellow lab) and her "little brother" Tazz who is an exceptionally large german shepard X Rotti cross.  Both dogs loved being at the park but hated the transportation arrangements.  It will take some time for them to get used to riding in the back.  All the other guys seemed to like the two newcomers and Rover even lent a hand when Tazz started picking on his sister.  Rover is always eager to help in these situations.  There wasn't even any confrontation when Owen ran right into Tazz and sent him flying.  Owen being such a good guy was responding to me and wasn't going to let anything get in the way of his duties as a retriever. 

I am hoping that Cheetos will forgive me for taking  him out today.  Not only did he have to wear the dreaded plaid jacket (which makes his neck fat ooze up onto his head) he had to sit in the back for the first part of the trip to the park and then be out in the cold.  He is openly defiant in these situations and was telling anyone who would listened that he was "abandoned" and "in need of immediate transportation home."    Clover on the other hand was thrilled to be back with the pack after being indisposed for a couple of weeks.  She loves to hang with me and have girl talk.  And sweet old Vinny brought up the rear of the pack.