Moses and I have many activities that we participate in together. We go to work together, we sleep together, we cuddle together, we play ball together, I yell at him to stay out of the garbage (he complies ninety percent of the time), and we wrestle together. He wakes me up in the morning (if I am running late) and we generally just enjoy each others presence ( that said he can be extremely aggravating). But the thing we enjoy the most is going to the dog park together.
Tanner Dog Park is a mere seven blocks up hill from my house. It is open year round and has flowing water and enough space to let your dog run off leash. While this does present problems such as aggressive dogs and fearful humans most of the people and animals that frequent the park are friendly and not judgemental. The parking lot is rather small so lots of people park along the road in the summer time. This being said preps scene.
Now for characters; moses and I are in fact the main characters of this story. The side characters are a man, a woman, two Yorkshire Terriers and a man I have met more than once who's dog is a hyperactive husky.
For props.... it's just better if I tell you the story....
Now for characters; moses and I are in fact the main characters of this story. The side characters are a man, a woman, two Yorkshire Terriers and a man I have met more than once who's dog is a hyperactive husky.
For props.... it's just better if I tell you the story....
Now it's a snowy day a few weeks ago and Moses and I both agreed that going out in the snow is a far better option than going out into the heat. So i bundle up, while Moses bounds around, I put on my long johns, an under armor cold gear undershirt. Utes sweatpants (stolen from my human brother) and a sweatshirt are part of my attractive winter wear for the dogpark. I grab Mo's leash and a few treats (baggies are provided at the park) and we are off. When I get outside I feel how cold it is and decide that we will drive up to the park and enjoy the hike with the knowledge I have heated seata.
Moses and I get into my car. He takes the passenger seat and gives me the directions by tilting his head. turn right here no! Your other right! Wait you turned left this looks right? Where are we going dog park? Dog park! All the while his tail fwaps (the cross between flap and thwack) against my leather seats.
I pull into the parking lot and luckily for me there is indeed a spot today. I park my car and watch as a man, his wife, and their two terriers begin to walk by. I open my door and step out. They both smile at me, sensing a strange kindred spirit as we are both driving small cars not suited to the weather. Mine a VW Bug and theirs a Prius. I broke their smiles a few seconds later as my a hundred and ten pound one year old rottweiler burst from the car.
Another man, a regular at the park and someone I chat to often started chuckling
."I didn't know you drove a bug." He says holding his little female husky back from trying to pounce on Moses.
"Of course," I snort,"it's in my color"
He's shaking almost as much as his dog is. The two Yorkies at this point in time realize that the black monstrosity that exitted the green car is, in fact, another dog. They begin to make that strange high pitched sound, that people claim is barking, at Moses. The couples eyes are wide as they walk past Mo who, due to some quirk in his personality, proceeds to try and stomp on the closest Yorkies head.
"Moses no!" I say too late as the paw comes down. And the little dog yelps and shuts up. The other Yorkie continues, Moses tilts his head then looks up at me. What is that things problem? And why did the short one take the other friend away? Did it do something?
The woman scoops up the dazed Yorkie and leaves the other one to commence with its chatter. Her husband also burst out laughing (my male friend with the husky is now in death throws, trying not to suffocate himself or his dog).
Moses and I get into my car. He takes the passenger seat and gives me the directions by tilting his head. turn right here no! Your other right! Wait you turned left this looks right? Where are we going dog park? Dog park! All the while his tail fwaps (the cross between flap and thwack) against my leather seats.
I pull into the parking lot and luckily for me there is indeed a spot today. I park my car and watch as a man, his wife, and their two terriers begin to walk by. I open my door and step out. They both smile at me, sensing a strange kindred spirit as we are both driving small cars not suited to the weather. Mine a VW Bug and theirs a Prius. I broke their smiles a few seconds later as my a hundred and ten pound one year old rottweiler burst from the car.
Another man, a regular at the park and someone I chat to often started chuckling
."I didn't know you drove a bug." He says holding his little female husky back from trying to pounce on Moses.
"Of course," I snort,"it's in my color"
He's shaking almost as much as his dog is. The two Yorkies at this point in time realize that the black monstrosity that exitted the green car is, in fact, another dog. They begin to make that strange high pitched sound, that people claim is barking, at Moses. The couples eyes are wide as they walk past Mo who, due to some quirk in his personality, proceeds to try and stomp on the closest Yorkies head.
"Moses no!" I say too late as the paw comes down. And the little dog yelps and shuts up. The other Yorkie continues, Moses tilts his head then looks up at me. What is that things problem? And why did the short one take the other friend away? Did it do something?
The woman scoops up the dazed Yorkie and leaves the other one to commence with its chatter. Her husband also burst out laughing (my male friend with the husky is now in death throws, trying not to suffocate himself or his dog).
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| How about now? |
"He didn't try to bite her." The husband told his wife and grinned at me.
"He wouldn't, " I said smiling an unsure grin, "he just wants to step on little dogs heads."
"Why is that?" Asked the man.
I explained that my aunties have two small dogs. One aunt has a midget of a Jack Russell terrier who is nine or so years old and the other auntie has a chihuahua and neither of them are very nice to Moses.
"He's such a pushover," I say, "he doesn't know when someone is being aggressive or he just doesn't care. We've been attacked twice and he's nice enough mannered to hold his head up and back up towards me."
The woman put the dazed dog down, "so he's not mean?"
My friend, the cackler, says, "Moses has been trounced before and has never fought back. He doesn't even realize that if he tried he could clean the other dogs clock."
I grandstand and wave my hands as jazz fingers, "My dog everyone."
"He wouldn't, " I said smiling an unsure grin, "he just wants to step on little dogs heads."
"Why is that?" Asked the man.
I explained that my aunties have two small dogs. One aunt has a midget of a Jack Russell terrier who is nine or so years old and the other auntie has a chihuahua and neither of them are very nice to Moses.
"He's such a pushover," I say, "he doesn't know when someone is being aggressive or he just doesn't care. We've been attacked twice and he's nice enough mannered to hold his head up and back up towards me."
The woman put the dazed dog down, "so he's not mean?"
My friend, the cackler, says, "Moses has been trounced before and has never fought back. He doesn't even realize that if he tried he could clean the other dogs clock."
I grandstand and wave my hands as jazz fingers, "My dog everyone."
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| I had fun at the park. Now sleep. |
