You see, when we go to play in the park, we are all illegal. That's because we don't wear leashes attached to our owners when we play in the park. We're not supposed to be in the park unless we're on a leash which is not more than 6 feet long and attached to our owner's hand. I don't know about you, but it's awful hard to have a good time running when you have to drag your human behind you. So our humans let us off leash and let us have fun.
If a dog or a human we don't know comes by, we all sit by our humans and wait till they either go by us or join us. I like when they join us. Sometimes, I try to get out of Mom's control so I can go ask them to join us myself. It only seems polite. But Mom doesn't let me do that, so I don't.
Once a park officer came by on her golf cart. She was patrolling the park areas making sure everything was OK. She saw all of us without our leashes and guess what she did?
Nope, she didn't arrest us all. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it? Nope, she pulled out lots and lots of treats and gave us all a big one. I really like this park officer. I hope she comes around again.
Anyway, I want you to meet my friends. These are the Fabulous Five. On the far left is Harley. He's a tiny bundle of energy. He didn't like me at first. He said he didn't like big dogs. But I showed him that big dogs can be fun to play with and so he decided he really did like big dogs. Well maybe just big black dogs like him. Cuz then he didn't like Shak at first either. Shak is the big white dog. So Harley decided that he just didn't like big white dogs. Till he and Shak and I got together and then he decided he liked big black & white dogs. I think Shak and I cured him of his fear of big dogs.
So that's four of them and I make the Fabulous Five. And boy do we like to play.
This is Shak and me with my frisbee. See the other frisbee near us? That's Remi's. His Mom bought that for him.
But they all seem to like my ratty old one that has a hole in it. Tess can even put her head in the hole while the rest of us grab ends and pull. I don't care how many of my friends get on my frisbee. I don't care if we tear it to smithereens. I just like to have fun with my friends.
I sure hope they let us keep playing together. I don't like to be illegal. It makes me a little scared that one day I won't be able to play with my friends anymore. And don't tell Mom about this. She might not like that I told everybody that we were illegal.
Hope you never have to be illegal to do something fun!
Love, G