Another cool but beautiful day at the park. The groups were large and Tim is away so I thought it would be challenging - but no the dogs were all exceptionally well behaved.
The morning group hit the park with a thud and was off exploring all the cool things left overnight. Bella, Copper, Everest, Guinness, Marty, Nicky, Ryder (well maybe not Ryder), Ellie, Rover and Frank (who was lucky enough to get both walks today) took full advantage of the freedom. It is amazing to me that 10 dogs can go in 20 different directions. \
Wilbur has some behaviour problems that gramma (me) is trying to correct so he was on a leash but that did not stop him from wrestling with Marty and trying to get in on the chasing. For a while I had Bella on the leash too so Wilbur and Bella were going at each other while tied to my waist and as I picked up poop. I wish my mom had put me in gymnastics.
Guinness is so funny. He has staked his claim to the Rubbermaid bin in the back seat of the truck. He hops in the truck and right into the bin and there he sits. It is actually pretty smart of him because he is higher up so he can see out the windows and full of jackets, towels and soft stuff to get comfy on.
The afternoon group as usual required me to take Advil afterwards (just kiddin). They are the noisiest bunch of dogs. There is something about the combination that sets off a chorus of barks, howls, squeals and bays that could pierce an eardrum. Most of the people at the dog park think that they are funny especially Crazy Copper.
Because they were really hyper when we landed at the park I took them to the far side if the park and let them sniff and explore and "take care of business" before we mainstreamed with the rest of the park goers. They actually love it in this area (west of the parking lot) because not a lot of dogs go there so the snow is undisturbed in places and the grass is still growing through. I have seen deer in there as well so the smells must be wonderful.
After the dogs had calmed a bit we headed out to the main area. Once we hit the main path I did a head count and realized that Cheetos was MIA. So we started to back track which is no easy feat as some of the dogs were on a scent and others were hanging out with new dogs. I was thinking poor Cheetos if he had gotten confused and started backtracking it would be hard to catch up with him and keep the other dogs in sight. By the time we had gotten the group turned around and heading back I saw a woman walking with a small beige dog in her arms. She was quite far away but I could tell it was Cheetos. Apparently he had gotten confused, went in a completely opposite direction and then sat down to wait for help. When the woman reached me Cheetos was shivering and looking so very forlorn. The sadness in his squishy face was palpable but I could also see him telling me that being carried IS the way he SHOULD travel at the dog park.
On the way back to the truck we ran into Sheffield. Sheffield is one of the cutest pugs in the park. He has a fawn body and a black face and he is in love with Cheets. So to add insult to injury to offense he was molested by Sheffield. This little dog just joined our pack and took ownership of Cheetos. Cheetos is used to be a guy magnate. Sheffield and his mom walked with us for the second half.
