The challenge with visiting the dog park this time of year is one must go early, before it get’s too hot. Once the sun has been up for a while the pavement is too hot for paws and all the dogs want to do is sit in the shade. Troopers that we are, however, Harper and I hit the road before 7:00 AM.
It is impossible to go anywhere in Harper’s Valley without driving on the expressway. The dog parks are no exception. Harper usually stands in the back seat enjoys the view with a big smile on her face. At one point today, however, a very loud motorcycle merged into the lane ahead of us. This is her disapproving look. The thought bubble says; “Life’s cheap to that sort!”
Nike wanted to play but Harper was holding out for a better offer.
Maisey seemed pleasant at first but was a little too high-strung. Harper takes no truck with drama.
Harper and Colt hit it off and had a few good romps. Unfortunately Colt’s dad was a micro-manager and every time they started to have fun he would yell Colt’s name. This put a damper on things.
overstuffed ottoman with paws aging bulldog was struggling a little in the heat. She was very sweet natured but everyone was steering clear because her mom was the single most obnoxious person I’ve ever encountered in a dog park. There were bitches on both ends of that leash.
One was too big and the other was two small.
Harper has learned that sometimes the shadiest spots are on top of the picnic tables. And I think she was a little jealous of my new friend, Cooper.
Always excited to go but always happy to be heading home too.