Bunny here at the keyboard writing about my unplanned weekend adventure.
We were hoping to go to the farmer’s market together Saturday morning, but Aunt J called Mom and ruined those plans. Mom promised that we’d do something the next day, so we let her off the hook. However, I became skeptical that much would happen since a lot of rain was predicted.
However, as promised, we headed to the car with Flattery and Küster to take a little trip to the hidden dog park and get in a little leg stretch. I’d been hoping for a nice walk somewhere, but Dad was all excited for Küster to give his new Tugg toy a workout and a run didn’t sound bad to me. We hopped in the Princessmobile and headed off for our secret destination. I can’t tell you where the hidden dog park is because, well, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. I’m not as foolish as that dog in the baked bean commercials.
However, just before we got to the dog park, it started to rain.
Actually, to say that it started to rain is an understatement. The skies opened up and I’m pretty sure that’s how Noah’s epic flood started. Dad suggested a run to Starbucks while we waited for the rain to pass and of course we agreed. I mean, who turns down the frothy goodness of a Puppacino? Just after we turned on the road to go that way, it started raining even harder. You could barely even see the road, so Dad pulled over to the side of the road to wait for it to let up some.
Fortunately, after about five minutes of the deluge, it let up to normal rain and we drove the rest of the way to Starbucks. At this point, I was pretty sure that’s where our adventure would end, and I was pretty okay with that. The ditches beside the road looked like rivers and the water was still pouring down. That’s not my idea of a good time, especially when my raincoat is still at home.
To our great surprise, however, that wasn’t the end of it.
After our treats were consumed, Dad drove back to the dog park. It was a lot cooler than it was before the storm hit, and it was just the right temperature for all of us dogs. Flattery and I took one side and Küs and his Tuggo took the other. After we all lightened the load, so to speak, we were ready to stretch our legs.
Normally, I have to be the one to try to get Flattery interested in a little running, but something about the weather must have really gotten to her. One minute I was snacking on a blade of succulent sweet grass and the next the Black Dervish was blowing past me. Friends of the internet, I have a confession to make. While I never raced at the track, I do not like to lose a race and I’ve been racing and beating dogs at the dog park for seven years now. I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. There was no way I was letting that little whippersnapper beat me. No sir! I opened up the octane and ran the good race and it was exhilarating. We had the best time. We’d run some, then take a break and then run some more.
Meanwhile, Küster was giving that Tuggo ball a workout. It was easily as big as his head and Dad put water in it to make it heavier. A dog with a skull less thick than the Black Tornado might have given himself a concussion, but not him. After a while, Dad let most of the water out of it so he could throw it and Küs loved that, too, because he could run and splash through the puddles.
We all played until we were worn out.
It was a day that could have turned out to be really disappointing, but instead, it turned out to be a lot of fun. Sometimes it seems like the world is trying to rain on your fun, but if you wait it out, it can turn out to be even better than you expected. No day that involves a Puppacino, your favorite people and pack mates and a good run can be bad. I’m glad we have humans who take having fun seriously and are willing to go the extra mile for us. I thought it was going to be an adventure gone awry, but it turned out even better than we had planned.