Yesterday morning after work Max and I loaded ourselves into the vehicle and made a beeline for the dog park. He hadn’t been there since his operation and he was anxious for a little exercise. I knew it would end up being a muddy excursion, but it would be worth it. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that there were only 4 or 5 dogs already there by the time we arrived. It was like his first time there. Max was hitting every nook and cranny, making sure everything was in the same place it was the last time we visited. The last time we were there we could only use half the park due to the amount of water that hadn’t yet seeped into the ground. This time, the whole park was his. As expected, when we got home, the first stop was the bathtub.
Max certainly knows certain words. “Park” gets him into a frenzy. My wife and I actually have to spell it out when we’re discussing taking him there or talking about the trip he had there that day.
Yesterday afternoon I thought I’d go out to the shed and take stock of what’s ready to come out of there for the summer. I’ve already done it a couple of times this spring. It’s like opening the refrigerator door and just staring at what’s in there without actually taking anything out. Max was resting on the living room floor when I said, “Dad’s going out to the shed.” Shed is another word that gets him going because he loves going outside. By the time I grabbed the key, he was already at the back door with his tail wagging.
So I went out to the shed with Max hot on my heels. The lawn mower looked pretty lonely in there, so I decided I’d take it out and crank it up. It took a few pumps of the primer, but in no time I had that thing purring like it had been running all winter.
If the weather stays as dry as it’s supposed to be, I might actually mow the lawn tomorrow for the first time this year!
I love the feel of that first mow of the spring!