Our adventures took place on a somewhat sunny morning. Wait …. What?!?!? Did I just mention the word sunshine? I did indeedy! The three of us (yes, MO FINALLY had a vacation day) were in high spirits as we took off for the park.
But wait! I’m getting a little ahead of myself. As MO tends to “throw on” errands to otherwise seemingly fun trips, we had to make a stop before the park. “But it’s in Weston too!” MO said. So off we went.
WELL…..40 minutes after the “oh-so-easy errand” …. We finally arrived at the Park amidst whimpers and cries from the Dingo (my interpretation of those were “GUYS, it’s just AROUND the corner! Can we get there ALREADY!!). Anywhoo …. PO and MO (and their trusty GPS device) continued to run into the same sign every time – ROAD CLOSED. After much frustration (and realizing that we are just MADE to be on the show The Amazing Race)….the Park was in sight.
Ahem …. PO decides to go down a new trail today. So harmless and inviting...at first glance:
Okay, fine….all is well and good….MO and Dingo love adventure and new things. Well….new things we found. I would call them Larry, Mo and Curly … although there were more than three so …. Let’s add Ringo, John, George….the list can go on (enter your favorite name here). MOSQUITOS unite! There must have been a political rally or something for “Mosquitos attack everyone who takes a step into their area”. To save the gory details (and I mean gory), we trotted out of that area as soon as we could (noting “oh look …. Still swamp water….SUPER!”).
So, that adventure being over (somewhat for the moment with a few battle wounds to show for it)….we soon saw THE LAKE. Ah, dog’s love at first sight.
Young Jacob showed his appreciation by running up to the Lake, and then deciding to boot up his entire breakfast onto the rocky shore. OH Jacob.
Then, out of the corner of her eye (or maybe it was the galloping sound of feet), MO saw a blur of fur and next thing we know, there’s what seems like 50 dogs. OK, slight exaggeration … but STILL. It was ridiculous.
Young Dingo couldn’t hold onto his tennis ball because there were ball stealers ALL over the place, PO had to fend off hungry dogs from eating Young Jacob's thrown-up leftovers (at the same time as he was trying to clean it up) and MO was trying to keep an eye on Dingo and the madhouse scene. Here ... we pause for a moment and give PO a LOT of credit for this scene. His task was far from pretty. SIGH. Young Jacob started to look fed up (I mean, all the poor dog wanted was to go swimming after his tennis ball) and MO agreed. It was time to move on.
ON TO THE trails and field! Happy days are here again! Tennis balls were thrown, dogs were met, everything was hunky dory.
Alas, even though MO was covered from head to toe – a skeeter decided that since her hand was uncovered, he was going to have some fun. Needless to say, MO’s hand started swelling, PO kept swatting his back and young Jacob had the biggest smile on his face. It was time to head back home to the Center of the Universe.
Dingo decided (similar to the day before) to take off one LAST time …. This time after a pack of running dogs through the woods. SIGH. Again, our attempts at getting his attention were on deaf puppy ears. He was having too much fun. Finally he decided he had enough and we could NOW go home. Thanks Dingo! A happy and tired puppy at the end of the day. Really, what more can you ask for in life? Simple things are often the best things in life.
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