On Tuesday, my family decided that I needed something to do. You see, according to them, I've spent far too much time lately looking--and finding--trouble to get into. I've especially been fond of shredding papers, most recently the instruction booklet for the family's new washing machine and a roll of paper towels. Anyway, because I've been so troublesome, my family decided to take me for a walk at Belmont Lake State Park. I like it there a lot; there are always lots of smells to sniff and geese to chase (though I'm not allowed in the water which is really disappointing).
As soon as we got to the park I made a break from the car to the path so fast that I gave my Sister leash burns on both of her hands. Yeah, I know that I really shouldn't have bolted for the trees like I did, but I was really excited and wanted to start sniffing all the great outdoor smells as soon as I could. Sister was a bit annoyed, but she admitted that it was all her fault and that she should have expected and been prepared for my excitement level. Still, she warned me not to bolt like that ever again.
We started down the path. After walking for a little while we came across a man and his dog. The man asked if I was friendly and I scoffed to myself. Of course I'm friendly! Anyway, his dog (a ten year old yellow lab) came over to me and we started to jump and guffaw around. It is always fun to play with big dogs. Don't get me wrong, I like playing with little dogs like my best friend Mecki, but you can't really stand on your back legs and box with a dog that only comes up to your knees. As we played, I suddenly became aware that I was at a definite disadvantage. You see, the yellow lab could jump and run and zig and zag without restraint. I, on the other hand, kept getting tangled up with my humans. It was then I realized that the other dog was off leash! Imagine the fun we could have had if we were both off leash. I'm going to have to talk to my family about that.
After a little while, the yellow lab and his Pa and my family and I went our separate ways. Then, about a mile down the path, I noticed a little dachshund coming my way. "It's Mecki!" I thought and wagged my tail excitedly. As we got closer, however, I realized that this dog, while long like my best friend, wasn't quite as furry. I was really disappointed.
It was later, however, that the walk turned bad. We came around a bend where a medium size dog and his owner were standing. I went over to bunk noses with him and do you know what he did? The dog snarled and snapped at me! Now I don't associate with dogs that are so rude that they growl and bite. In fact, two years ago when I was playing in a dog park I actually walked away from a group of dogs that were play growling and found a nice pit bull who just wanted to run around and had no problem with me drooling all over his back. Anyway, I was really scared especially when the man brought his dog back to me in hopes that we could become friends. Luckily, Pa stepped between me and the other dog and helped Sister pull me to safety while telling the nasty man with his hell-hound to leave me alone.
Despite my encounter with the hound from hell, I had a lot of fun on my walk. In fact, I was so tired from the trip that I slept the entire way home and felt no need to shred anything...at least for a few hours.
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