Their Perfect Day
Every day we take the kids to the park. It's not an official "dog park", it's an open park with lots of room to run. We used to take Dashell there when he was a pup so he could play with the other dogs there, but then he discovered his favorite toy in the whole world....MR. ICE CREAM CONE.
This is Mr. Ice Cream Cone. Dashell's best friend. Now when we go to the park he has no interest in the other dogs. All he wants to do is chase Mr. Cone. He even gets bummed when other dogs want to play with him and Mr. Cone. He's very nice to Mr. Cone at the park, but if Mr. Cone came with us in the house Dashell would rip him apart - de-squeak him and pull off his head (so he never comes in the house...he lives in the car) and is only for the park.
Stella loves the park too. This is the park where we found her the day after Thanksgiving 2006, she was scared and a woman found her under a bush. No collar, no chip. The lady couldn't keep her so we took her home. We put up flyers but nobody responded..luckily for us, she is a great dog. She is not obsessed with her friend "Mr Funky Alien" like Dashell is with Mr. Cone. She loves to socialize with other dogs, but also loves to chase her funky alien.
She also loves to attack him!
One of Stella's tricks is "turnaround". She actually gets air and Bruce is convinced that one day we'll be able to teach her to do a flip. She's almost there. She is such a circus dog.
It was a bit windy!!!
Augie always come too. He doesn't play with balls, he doesn't play with other dogs - he just roams around. Because he can't hear I have to keep a close eye on him because sometimes he wanders off, not really sure where he is going (don't think he knows either). We think taking him to the park keeps him young!
They all love their park and when they miss a day (if it's raining) they are sad! So part of our daily routine is packing our pack in the car and heading to the park for some play.







Hysterical. My old pal Louie, the fox terrier who was with me 18 years, had a toy called Mr. Butterfly. Eventually, after months and months of carrying it around, it was only a head...so it was Mr. Butterflyhead.
I love your dog park trips and stories - My one eyed pug would love Augie.
Posted by: Katherine | January 19, 2008 at 09:11 AM
Katherine - how old is your one eyed pug? Augie is 15. Still going strong, he's like a tank. Can't hear, can't see all that great, but healthy as anything. I rescued him when he was 6 months old, we've been together a long time.
Posted by: Alisa | January 20, 2008 at 08:09 AM