Feb 19, 2009 17:32
Liam and I just came back from the Cherry Hill "pooch park" (their name, not mine) and man am I filled with that crazy happiness that only insane running doggies can give you. So inspired by man's best friend that I had to post.
There were doggies all over that jaun! Furry ones, crazy ones - this mad slobbering boxer that was tearing it up (and alternately feling amorous). Charlie only poked around timidly at first (he looked so prim because he would only walk on the sidewalk) but after we gave him a few encouraging nods he was off. Muddy paws, sniffing buts, all that. Except for the stick thing. He does not get the stick thing. One dude would throw it and all the dogs would bolt after it and Charlie would look at us like 'Why the fuck would I want that?' He lacks that toy chasing gene to some degree.
It was cool that:
our dog was the biggest at the park.
our dog was the best behaved.
Anyway, I'm bummed I forgot my camera (I'm making it Jennie's next subject) and it was FREEZING. Better weather is on the way - we'll be out there! :)
Now I have to go give my dog his drugs. The healthier he gets, the more things he finds to chew.
charlie