What a beautiful day for dogs. The sun was out and the kids were back in school. Does it get any better? Temperature this afternoon was 20. Perfect day!
The morning group was rowdy as they had some pent up energy from the long weekend. It was a big group too: Whistler, Bella, Copper, Everest, Guinness, Marty, Nicky, Ryder, Ellie and Rover made the journey to Southland park. They hit the ground running and were captivated by all the smells and good greetings left over the weekend.
Whistler (who is on the injured list with a torn ACL - but no one would be able to tell) was howling as we crossed Blackfoot trail. This got all the others jazzed up and they were all singing as we entered the parking lot. I wonder what the other people think of this truck full of noise?
Marty did not have any little guys to play with so he thought it might be a good idea to tease and bark at Uncle Rover. I had to put a quick end to that. Rover has little patience for any dog other than Whistler. So Marty moved on to tempt Ryder into play. Ryder does not do "play" and poor little Marty had to amuse himself by trying to outrun Ellie and Bella. They enjoy ganging up on the little guys. We get a lot of looks when the big girls try to take down the little guys. Nicky and Guinness looked so tired today I wasn't sure if they even wanted to come out. Usually they are all over me when I come to the door. Today they stayed where they were and I had coax them out the door. Must have been a fun weekend at their house.
The afternoon group was just as big and crazier than the morning group. Remy, Josie, Bo, Cheetos, Frank, Gabby, Pina, Taylor, Wilbur, Nina and Shea made up the afternoon gang. Luckily, most of the dogs are ball dogs so it was easy to amuse them. We met up with Wilson and his gramma, Lindsay, and they walked with us. Bo, who has to have something in his mouth then entire walk, lost his grip on his bunch of sticks and they started to float down the river. He was chasing those sticks for a long time and ended up quite a ways down the river. We lost sight of him for a couple seconds and then we saw all the birds on a little island scatter and Bo run right up the centre of it with all his sticks in his mouth. Everyone at the beach were quite impressed with his determination, brains and strength. Wilbur, the pugador, is getting very good at fetching this summer. He still has trouble putting the ball in his squishy little face while swimming but is giving it his best effort. Poor little emo Josie was accidentally bumped by Wilson. She was not hurt physically but her feelings sure were. She has such an expressive face and the look of "poor little me" was so obvious. I almost felt sorry for her. Cheetos is another one with an expressive face and his was just *&^$ off at being made to come to the &^$# park again!
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