Bunny here at the keyboard, writing a little about my weekend.
I don’t know about you, but we’ve had a pretty bad case of Olympic Fever at our house. I’ve enjoyed having my humans curl up with us each night to see what’s going on in Rio. I think the whole shebang could have been improved by having some canine sports involved, after all, they had horses there, but overall, we enjoyed cheering for the athletes there and seeing who won each night.
Still, after seventeen days of watching everyone else have fun, we needed to get off the couch and stretch our own legs.
This weekend, we had weather that was pretty close to perfect and we decided to get out and take a short hike in one of our favorite local places, Farmdale Park. We haven’t been hiking since early Spring, so it was a good way to ease back into one of our favorite activities. Flattery and I packed up our harnesses and we were ready to go.
Apparently, we weren’t the only dogs who had this brilliant idea to get our humans out of the house. We met one of the puppies from the dog obedience class my humans taught just a few steps down the trail. When we got to the creek crossing, we met a few Aussies and a Duck Tolling Retriever who were playing in the water. Flattery and I greeted all of them with wagging tails, but my human warned me that we were not going to play with them. Something about her being attached to me by a leash and gravity was uttered, but I was too busy sniffing to listen as closely as I probably should have. It was quite the dog day afternoon, and we were enjoying it to the fullest.
We walked on past the creek, saw some of the clearings and enjoyed the perfect temperatures. It was nice to be out in nature, seeing the rich colors and smelling the fresh aromas. The only thing to hear was the song of the birds and the babbling of the brook. It was both invigorating and relaxing at the same time.
All too soon, it was time to head back.
I wouldn’t have minded going further, but to be honest, I was getting a little tired. My human said we needed to head back before I got ideas about being carried or some such nonsense. On the way back, we stopped to play in the creek a bit ourselves, since we had our long leashes. There were no other dogs there then and my human felt like it was safe for us to enjoy ourselves and cool our heels a little. It wasn’t hot by any means, but I did find myself glad for the brief respite.
It was pretty much a perfect day and a perfect outing for us. It wasn’t anything terribly exciting or groundbreaking, but it was nice to be together and out in the world. Here’s hoping that we have more perfect weather for more dog day afternoons.