As I discussed previously
here, going to dog parks is something I have been very careful about, for several reasons. I use my instincts to decide when I feel it is a safe idea. Recently on a not-rainy wet coast Sunday, I had a feeling it was time to do our first big dog park outing. Aside from a few bug bites, our experience went very well and we had a lot of fun. Miles is crazy for other dogs. For the hour and a half we were there, I no longer was on Miles’ radar as a life form. I think my presence served more of a check-in station. I guess it is difficult to compete with doodle-mixes in the zoomies department. This was Miles’ second experience with a large body of water too, and as you can see, he wasn’t really sold on it.
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| { Whippet incoming! } |
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| { “Okay, here I go, into the water!” } |
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| { “Ick, maybe not…” } |
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| { “Yeah, not so much.” } |
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| { “No, no, come back!” } |
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| { A man about DogTown town, Mr. Miles. } |
I do so love your photos of Miles and wish we lived closer together. He is such a handsome boy and of course he possesses some of the genes of the number 1 welsh terrier in the country, Tommy!
Cynthia, I feel the same way. Who knows, maybe I'll end up at a grad school or job closer by someday soon! The future could go many ways. And I want to hear more about your hilarious duo…
Spanish Banks? We were just there with our wheaten Oslo!