Woof woof woof. Yip yip! Woof woof woof. Yip yip yip yip! Woof woof woof. Woof woof woooooof woof.
Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Bark bark bark! Bark bark bark!
Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Snort.
Translated from Dog:
Mommy and Daddy took me to the dog park this morning. Oh boy! Then they took me for a long run. Oh boy oh boy! I think it was three miles. There was so much activity and exercise that I was pooped when I got back home.
But not as pooped as Mommy and Daddy. I think they were more tired than I was. And I ran more than them today! I was running around playing fetch at the dog park!
I think I need to run Mommy and Daddy more often. They need more exercise. I should take them to the human park and make them fetch the ball for me. Tee hee.
Today was a big day for Mocha. Today was the day we went inside the dog park.
We tried to get into the dog park yesterday too, but Mocha seemed too timid for that social interaction. As we approached the park, he began barking wildly at the other dogs. This incited them to bark back. It was a total bark fest. A bark orgy. Barkstock, sans hippies, and lots of barking.
He seemed so uncontrollable that we ended up walking over to a patch of open grass elsewhere. With the leash still on, we ran him around in circles. The big goofy grin on his face told us that he loved that.
So today, I tried again. This time, I discovered that there are two dog parks – one for big dogs and one for small dogs. Yesterday, we were at the big dog park. The small dog park seemed like a better place to acclimate Mocha. So onward we went.
Mocha’s verdict?
He loved it. Parkstock, sans hippies, and with all the love.
There were just a few small dogs there. One of them loved to run as much as Mocha did. And boy does Mocha love to run.
He was apprehensive at first. His tail was tucked between his legs and he wouldn’t leave my side. There was lots of nervous barking too. But once the atmosphere calmed down, he started to socialize. Then he started to run. And run and run and run. Run Mocha run!
I imagine this is how parents feel when they see their kids at the playground, playing with other kids. A rush of pride swept through my bones. My grin matched Mocha’s. “Damn, I’m a good parent,” I thought to myself humbly.
As soon as we got home, Mocha conked the heck out. Collapsed right on the floor. Too bad I didn’t have my camera at the dog park. At least I got a shot of him sleeping blissfully, with happy dreams of running at the dog park.
