It’s grey and drizzly: what I think of as one of Fall’s apple cider days. You know, those days when you’re justified to just stay inside, feet propped up, sipping something warming, and knit, or read, or watch movies, or whatever. Given that The Boy has been working non-stop on the garage door, however, I would have felt really bad doing that. And my plans to mow the lawns was foiled by aforementioned drizzle, so I’ve spent the day making salsa, granola and cake instead. That’s almost as good as a working garage door, right? Anyway.
Just to hold us over through these clouds until the next dazzlingly blue skied day, I thought I’d cheer things up a bit by posting pictures of the last time we took The Smelly to the dog park (also known as The Happiest Place In Town). Given that this would have been before his surgery, it was about a month ago.
Since puppyhood, our dog has been a gregarious fellow, always hoping to play with other dogs — large and small. The dog park is set up with a sandy area with some benches for the humans, where dogs can run amok and wrestle, or play fetch with their owners in the grassy area adjacent. Beyond the grassy area, there are trails in the woods where people will walk “with” their dogs, all of them eventually ending back up at the sandy area. (The dogs are generally off-leash for the “walk”, so they’ll go tearing off ahead, then look back, see their owner, come racing back to meet up, trot alongside for a moment, then dart off again. The Boy and I regularly joke that we should strap a GPS on our dog and on us to see just how much more mileage he gets in than we do on one of those circuits.)
Occasionally on the circuit, we’ll run into another dog who wants to play just as much as ours does. In that case, we usually stand around chatting with the other owner while the two dogs frolic. (It is impossible to watch dogs playing at this park and be in a bad mood. Seriously. They’re so cute! And when two little dogs decide to play, they’re even cuter!)
Although our puppy does love finding a friend, what he loves even more than playing with other dogs is running. Being chased is ideal, chasing others is okay, but if there’s no one else around, he’ll settle for flat-out pelting down the trails.
I especially like it when he does this under the pines on the trail. For whatever reason, the soil there is a little echoey, so his feet make him sound like a thunderous fleet of horses. Hilarious.
Anyway, while I was sorting through a couple of the pictures from this park outing, it occured to me that I’d seen one remarkably like it a little while ago. Two and a half years ago, in fact:
This is the puppy at 3 months old, and then at 2 years 8 months old. It’s nice to see that some things don’t change.