Yesterday I thought I’d finally do something that I haven’t done in a long time. I took Max out for a run to the dog park. I haven’t done it because I thought the park might be nothing more than a mud bowl. However, before I made the decision to head home and bark out the word “park,” I’d better go out on a reconnaissance mission. So, before heading home, I drove to the dog park to survey the situation. The water was higher than normal and there was more of it, but all in all, it didn’t appear to be as muddy as I thought.
When I got home, Max greeted me at he door as he always does. He was excited to see me, but he went ballistic when I asked if he wanted to go to the park. I took that as a resounding yes. I wish I could get that excited about anything nowadays! So, within minutes I was on my way back to the dog park.
It wasn’t that busy, which in my mind is always a bonus. I was surprised that the park was in even better shape that I thought, based on my quick scan only 20 minutes earlier. To take the route we usually take around the park, avoiding the water was impossible. I managed to jump my way around the puddles to avoid getting my feet wet, but Max not only found the water, he was actually visiting with a couple of other dogs who were standing in about 6 inches of the stuff. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t expecting to come home with a clean dog.
Although he wasn’t filthy, we’d definitely have to take a trip to the bathtub when we got home, and that’s just what we did.
After that, while Max rested, I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and headed back out to my vehicle and gave it a good going over. Then I wiped down the interior and cleaned the windows.
I guess you could call that a productive afternoon. It was for me anyway. Max basically slept for the rest of the afternoon, which is exactly what I had in mind when I decided to take him to the park in the first place.