With the beautiful day yesterday I thought it was time to take Max out to the dog park once again and let him run his little heart out. I was a little worried that things might be a bit muddy out there, but, like we’ve done a million times before, we’d head to the shower afterwards if the situation dictated it. It did.
When we got to the park I noticed something I’d never seen there before. There wasn’t one vehicle in the parking lot. None. Zilch. Zippo. I should have known then that things were in **** poor condition. I was spot on.
There is so much dirt out there that any wet conditions turn it into a veritable mud bath, and a mud bath it was.
When we got through the gate Max took off like a bolt of lightning while I waded through the muck anxiously making my way to the first spot of grass I could find. By the time I made it to the grass my shoes looked like they were made of mud. My jeans weren’t much better. It’s no wonder we were the only ones in the park. I’m sure other dog owners were driving by thinking, “look at that idiot.”
We only did half the park before I decided enough was enough. Max and I found a gate down from the main gate that didn’t have any mud in front of it, which really didn’t matter any way, seeing as how the damage had already been done.
Usually Max gets to ride in the back seat so he can shove his head out the windows during the drive. Not this time. Him and his muddy feet were deposited in the back of the vehicle for the ride home.
It wasn’t a long run, but he had fun. He certainly didn’t mind the mud nearly as much as I did. I’m sure he wouldn’t feel that way if he had to give himself a bath when we got home.
After the muddy day at the park, the first thing that comes to mind is…come on sun!