On Sunday, we packed the dogs up and took them all to the dog park. Saturday the Shepherds were cooped up all day while the Greyhounds were in Saint Louis and Sunday was much too beautiful a day to waste on not getting out. We also were hoping to sleep Sunday night and that wasn’t going to happen if a certain black tornado didn’t burn off a lot of energy.
As we were getting ready to go, Blueberry appeared at the back door. My husband started to tell her no, but I raised an eyebrow at him and he grabbed her leash, grumbling about one more dog to pick up after at the park. It’s true that Blueberry doesn’t generally enjoy being at the park outside where bugs could land on her and where she has to stand up without a bed to lay on, but I know it’s still good for our old lady to get out and see new sights once in a while.
At first, it was Küster and Morgan who were making the most of the dog park experience. Küs met a young Vizsla named Dougal and they really hit it off. We could have filmed the dog version of The Matrix there at the park. A bit later, Bunny showed everyone just what Greyhound speed really means as she took a few laps around the dog park with a young Pointer.
Usually, Blueberry makes a cursory trip around the park, pooping copiously so that we have to clean up after her for a good ten minutes. Then she sniffs a few blades of grass. After that, when she can only air pee, she starts whining and wanting to go back to the van to lay down.
However, this day at the dog park was different. Blueberry’s nemesis, the squirrel, was there at the dog park and he was being careless. I was first alerted to his presence when Blueberry took a stance similar to one of a Pointer, with her ears in the Flying Nun position. I thought she’d stand there like a statue forever, or at least until the squirrel disappeared and was forgotten.
Blueberry surprised me, though. She began slowly stalking closer to the squirrel, moving through the trees like a stealthy deer. Then, she began moving faster and faster and before I knew it, she was in flight. I haven’t seen her run full out in a long time, and honestly, I wasn’t sure she still could. I can tell you one thing, though — that squirrel saw her run. He made it up the tree without much room to spare. He may have wet himself a little. She was that close.
I was very surprised to see Blue take off the way she did. I suspect that she even surprised herself. After all the fun and excitement of the past weekend, that might be my favorite moment of all. There’s no denying that Blueberry is aging, but she’s still got a lot of life in her. The fact that she forgot about her inhibitions and just went for something she really wanted inspired me. I think the moments when we surprise ourselves with our own abilities are some of the best there are.