Eureka Dog Blog

I don’t get to go for a walk today.    This happens sometimes.  My Mommy has fibro…something.  I don’t know how to spell it.  All I know is it makes her hurt.  Often she hurts so much that she can’t walk me.  So I just cuddle with her and try to make her feel better.  Don’t get me wrong, I like cuddling with my Mom.  I take my job of protecting and making her feel better very seriously.  But I’d still like to go for a walk.  That’s why I’m so excited that Eureka is getting a Dog Park.

When we get our dog park my Mom will be able to take me there even if she can’t walk very far that day.  I can exercise myself by running off-leash and playing with other dogs.  And she can sit and watch me.  I know that would make her smile.  She always smiles when she watches me romp and play.  Plus she can talk to the other Mom’s and Dad’s.  Ah, Dog Parks.  I love them!

When we go visit my Grandma or my Aunt we go to the dog parks there.  It is soooooooo fun!  *Pant* *Pant* *Pant*

Opps, sorry.  Excuse me for a moment.  In my excitement I slobbered all over the keyboard.

There, that’s better.  Sorry, I just get so excited when I think about the dog park.  I know exactly where the dog park by my Grandma  is.  As we get close I get more and more excited.  Sometimes I can’t keep it all in and I start to whine.  My parents think it’s cute that I remember where it is even though we live five hours away.  But it’s soooo fun.  How could I ever forget?

Anyway, as we get close I start to pant.  Then I sit real still so that my parents will open the back of the car and let me out.  They won’t grab my leash and let me jump out unless I sit.  It is sooooo hard.  I’m wiggling all over with excitement.  Then they grab the leash and we’re off.  Towards the gate we go.  I try to walk with manners and not to pull but I can’t help myself.  I can’t wait to get to that gate.  My parents make me slow down.  I do it because I know if I don’t I’ll have to wait even longer until I’m in the dog park.  It takes every ounce of willpower I have to slow down.  Then we’re at the gate.  My parents open it and we go inside.  They take off my leash….and I’m free!!!!!!  I’m running with the breeze in my long white fur.  Other dogs are running up to me.  I sniff them.  They sniff me.  I sniff the ground.  So many smells!  I am in doggie heaven.

Then someone sniffs my butt!  Hey!  So I sniff their butt.   And then it continues.  We all sniff each others butts and say hi.  Then we can get down to running and chasing.  Ah, the good life.

As I’m running across the grass I look back at my parents.  They are pointing and smiling.   Sometimes they stand or sit by themselves and sometimes they talk with other people.  I really don’t understand how they make friends with the other people.  I never see them smell each others butts.  How do they know anything about one another?  Still, they somehow seem to make friends.

I don’t want to stop daydreaming about the dog park.  In my fantasy another dog is coming towards the gate of the dog park.  I have to run and greet them.  I hope that someday soon I get to run and greet your dog.  *Pant* *Pant* *Pant*  Darn it.  I better move my daydream away from the keyboard.  Until next time……Here’s a picture of me content and relaxing after playing.