It was a nice sunny day, with a breeze that could almost penetrate my wonderous fur, so Macy and I headed off to the park for a play. Staff were required to transport us, but once they’d done their duty we were off-lead and free to sniff around without them. The odd thing is that they call the place a dog park, but don’t refer to the house as dog house (unless I’ve been naughty) or the car as dog car, so we’ll be referring to it as simply the park.
The park is mostly sand, which as I like to dig is no bad thing. It is large enough that a couple of laps at full speed sees me needing a rest, it also has a random collection of obstacles which we’re expected to navigate to earn treats. Some are on the low effort side, which I’m willing to tolerate, but others simply are not worth the effort for a tiny bit of biscuit. Take the row of poles, which I watched not-very-bright junior staff member weave his way through, there must have been more than a dozen. There is no way that I’m going around this one on the left, the next on the right, back to the left, etc. for one miniscule piece of biscuit. I weaved my way through about 5 before making it clear that it was time for staff member to feed this dog, or I was walking. It turned out that I was walking.
When we arrived senior staff member was saying not very complimentary things about me, suggesting that I was more scaredy-cat than fearless-dog. I zoomed over a couple of tall obstacles to show her what I could do. I then got to the top of a pyramid that was a number of times my height and really showed her by leaping off the top and landing errrmm elegantly. OK, my legs sunk a bit, my face may have grazed the sand a little, but I survived and showed her. The look on her face as I flew through the air like an eagle, or to quote junior staff member “a mini airborne furry hippo”, made it worthwhile. It reminded her just how important I am and I was suitably coddled for the rest of the day.
I realise that I should have introduced you to my play chum: Macy is, like me, a dog. Like me she came from overseas. Like me she loves to eat and lives on my street. We meet up on the local walking circuits and generally hang out from time-to-time. She is a little bigger than me and if my fur had been non-colour fast then after a few washes I would be a similar colour. Her tail is most impressive, perhaps even more so than my own (if that is possible). She made me welcome when I first arrived and I think that we’ll be good friends forever.
Another reason I like Macy is because I am faster and fitter than her. Given all the cheap jibes my staff members make regarding my waist and overall weight, I am delighted to be able to show them that underneath my cuddly exterior lies a dog with the speed of a scalded cat and the physique of a mountain gorilla. While this is my blog and therefore all about me, I am willing to share the limelight this week, so here are a few photos from our day out.
Until next time
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