Rainy Day at the Dog Park
Larry has been extra crazy this week. So Wednesday, I left work early, and we bundled up in rain gear to get to the dog park before it got dark, rain or no. I even remembered to take the camera. The one problem with that, though, is that it doesn’t appear to focus very well in the rain, so I got very few good pictures.
There was a bird in a tree, and Junebug felt the need to bark at it.
Meet Roscoe, the other beagle there
The brindle hound puppy decided his name was also Roscoe, and followed the dog walker every time she called Roscoe’s name
Toby was adorable and still covered in puppy fuzz. I wish I’d been able to get a good picture of him and their adult Bermese, who had a very distinctive face.
Larry is capable of standing still, but not for long
Howie wandered off after the other two into the woods and had a minor adventure, though by the time we were leaving, he was ready to be done with the rain.
The only problem with today’s dog park, at least from the dogs’ perspective, was that they came home and were put instantly in the tub to wash the mud and dirt off.