Bunny here at the keyboard to share an adventure we had yesterday that went horribly awry.
We heard word that the polar vortex was supposed to be spinning back our way starting today and making it really bitter cold for tomorrow and Wednesday. Since we’ve all had a bit of cabin fever, Mom suggested a trip to the dog park, and we all thought it was a great idea. It would give all of us a chance to stretch our legs, get some fresh air and good exercise while the weather was nice enough for us to be out without freezing our tails off.
In no time, we were loaded up in the van and on our way.
Flattery and I put on our fleece so we’d be warm, but not get too hot. Morgan and Küster assured us that they didn’t need anything besides their collars. Sometimes, I think a fur coat would be nice, but that’s not the hand I was dealt. If I had all that fur, you couldn’t see my muscles anyway. The important part is that we were on our way with our eyes trained on the horizon as we watched for the dog park to come into view.
Before we knew it, we were there, and the dog park was gloriously empty. That was a relief, since it meant that we could all have a turn at playing. Dad got Morgan out and Flattery and I went with Mom. We took one side and Mo took the other. At first, we just walked around, left pee mail and sniffed around.
However, Mom had her camera there with her, and I knew she wanted better pictures than just us ambling around and sniffing, so after I’d sufficiently lightened my load, I turned on the speed and did some running. Morgan had already been running quite a bit on her side, and at one point, I heard Mom say something like “Oh Mo” but frankly, I was having too much fun to pay any attention to what was going on over on that side of the park I was buzzing Flattery and she finally decided to join me for a run.
We ran and played for quite a while.
It really had my blood pumping and I was having a great time. We ran along the fence line with Morgan, we ran in giant circles through the dog park and Flattery and I had great games of chase. After a while, a couple pulled up with a dog of their own and Dad decided it was time to put Morgan back in the van to rest. After a last, glorious lap through the park, Flattery and I decided that we would like to take a rest, too.
We girls relaxed in the warm van and Küster went out to have his run. He had a great time, too. Of course, the other dog who was playing in the other half of the park was a girl, too, and he decided he should show off for her. All I’ll say about that is you should avoid crashing into the poop receptacle if you’re trying to impress the ladies. Don’t worry, he wasn’t hurt. It didn’t even dent his pride. His great big head just plowed the can right over.
After that, he chased his tennis ball for a while, and then Mom and Dad finally decided that he was tired. He didn’t think so, but he was laying down on the ground with his tongue lolling out and they decided enough was enough. They came back and I settled in for a pleasant nap on the way home.
Then I heard the words that would haunt me for the rest of the night.
“The dogs are filthy! We’re going to have to stop on the way home and give them a bath!” I thought Dad loved us. Mom mentioned that the whole van had an unbelievable stench. I couldn’t smell anything offensive. Then I realized that she was talking about US! I’m stating here for the record that princesses do not stink and this is a vile canard. Maybe the Infidels were a bit pungent, but I’m sure a Greyhound can’t possibly stink.
They pulled up to the Muddy Paws Dog
Wash Torture Station and Dad drug poor Küster inside. I couldn’t look. I curled up on my seat and hid my eyes. Soon, Dad brought him back and took Morgan in. When he came back, he was mumbling about how his money was damp and the machine wouldn’t take any more. Flattery and I were to be spared the horror.
That’s what I thought, anyway.
When we got home, Dad went inside first, and then we were led into the room of horrors, also known as the bathroom. Just the name is a dirty word. We went inside and they washed all the mud and supposed stink off us, then I curled up on the heated dog bed and watched Downton Abbey.
Taking a bath is never on my agenda for any given day. I prefer to avoid them as much as possible. However, if I had the choice between getting to have a glorious run at the park and having to take a bath, or not getting to run and have fun together, I’d choose the bath. Let’s just hope it’s a decision we don’t have to make too often.