The pooch and I just went to the dog park. It's a few blocks from where we live and I try to walk him over once a week. This park isn't very popular and neither is the four to five PM after work time slot. Today, though, was a record high; at one point there were six separate dogs and owners! The dog park is always anyone's guess as to what kinds of wild cards {owners and dogs} one might encounter. I'm the shy owner who doesn't really talk too much to the other owners {as in I don't make the first move}. Guinness is much like that too. Since we got this hairy dude almost six years ago I've observed that when at dog parks there are inevitably the following:
A zealous dog person who adamantly protects his/her dog from other dogs; why even come? The over enthusiastic and, ahem, amorous male dog. A timid older dog that just watches what the other ones are doing. A yipey tiny dog. - The dog that only sees the ball his/her owner is throwing for her.
- The owners that are flirting with each other.
know of what I speak. Today the dogs were all good and our little guy even
mixed it up a bit and actually played with the other hounds rather than
standing behind my legs and merely observing. Way to get out there Guinness!
Have I mentioned that we're going to Arizona this weekend? Well, WE ARE!
We're also going to have a bit of an east coast tour during spring break; more on that later.
I'm feebly continuing with my physical therapy on my own at home. I'm also feeling so.very.antsy and ready to run again. I haven't spoken with my lady-doctor-physical-therapist-friend so I probably shouldn't give it a go on my own but I SO want to.
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