We had perfect weather for the dawn excursion to the Dog Park. By Arizona standards it was brisk. In this case, “brisk” means; ‘after I got there I wished I had worn long pants’. The greyhounds were better prepared. And the ‘ear worm’ of the day has become “Any Dream Will Do”.
The usual crowd was there. Wyatt and Doc, two litter-mate labs, were terrorizing some of the newbie parents. These two play very aggressively. It looks and sounds violent to the un-initiated. But they pretty much ignore all the other dogs in the park in favor of fighting with each other so, once you get used to them, you just ignore them; and learn to move quickly if they come barreling toward you.
The troublemaker of the morning was Bodey; a 65-pound, 3 year old bulldog. It was not clear whether he wanted to wrestle with Harper or ‘know’ her in the Biblical sense. Either way he was insistent and Harper was not interested. I was slightly annoyed that Harper’s response was the hide between my legs rather than run away. She certainly could have left him panting in the dust. Still, the Bodey-boy needs to learn that, when dealing with the ladies, “no” mean “No!”. Unfortunately, Harper left the park soaked with bulldog-drool. It was like she was playing Blanche DuBois in a canine production of “Streetcar Named Desire”. That may be be the ‘gayest’ thought I have today; though the day is young.
Harper’s BFF du jour was Castaway. I am suspicious of dogs with 3-syllable names but he seemed to be a nice little guy. Harper’s initial overtures to play were rebuffed but the two soon teamed up to judge their fellows.