If it looks like a cow.....Is it a cow?

Christmas is over.  We had a good time.  My cousins from Maryland came to stay in Fountain Hills and came to visit me once while they were here.  Meagan was happy to see me and said, "Wow, my only first cousin!"  Poor thing.  I have 11 first cousins.  But then, again, I've only met Meagan and Kelly.  So if you've never met 9 of your 11 cousins, do you only really have 2 cousins?  If a tree falls in the woods...how does that go?

Anyway, Mom and me (oops, no, Me and Mom, no that's not right either, Mom and I) we went to the dog park down the street.  She says I need practice not pulling on my leash if I'm going to be a therapy dog.  So she parked in the lot and I got out and ran fast to the gate!  That was a mistake.  Apparently, what she meant was, I was to practice walking slowly and calmly to the gate where all the dogs were waiting.  Does she realize how hard that is?  My friends are waiting.  But she put me back in the car!  I was devastated.  Were we going back home?  Without going to play with my friends? 

She just waited by the door and then opened it again and said, let's try again.  Get out of the car and sit.  So I did.  Then she told me to heel.  And I did.  For three steps.  Then my friends were calling me and I rushed to the gate.  Ouch!  That hurt my neck.  And back I went in the car.  This is no fun.  We waited again, and again she let me out to sit.  Once more she told me to heel.  OK, I get it.  I calmly walked toward the gate with mom and she gave me a treat and let me in.  Why didn't she say that's what she wanted in the first place?  I would have done it.  (Or maybe not.)

I ran into the park and met all sorts of dog sizes.  But the funnest one looked just like the cows we see back in St. Louis.

I went up and asked him if he came from St. Louis, but he said something about being Danish.  We played some, and then I asked mom.  She said he was a Great Dane.  Is that some sort of royalty?  Anyway, we had fun together. 

I played with all the dogs, but there was one that kept bugging Mom, 'cuz she had treats in her pocket.  He was funny and wouldn't leave her alone.

So she kissed him on the nose and we went on home.  Mom doesn't like to give dogs treats at the dog park unless their owner says they can.  And she doesn't give me treats when she can't give other dogs treats.  I think that's fair.  I got a treat in the car.

It was another good day at the dog park.  And I met a Great Dane.  I hope I meet him again.

Hope your week after Christmas is fun and peaceful and full of friends. 

Love, G