Friday, June 13, 2008
A tired dog is a happy dog
This is what we love about the dog park: it makes us very very tired. Every morning, we try to spend at least an hour at the dog park. We get home around 8 a.m., and the day hasn't even started yet for most Floridians. South Florida is definitely not a morning kind of place. But it's great for morning kind of people who like some quiet time. There is only a handful of great dogs and congenial people at the dog park when we get there -- right when the gate opens at 7 a.m.
We get back up to the condo, make the bed, empty the dishwasher and do other little things, all before most people in the building have woken up! Then we can just laze around. Lazing around is a major talent, after sniffing, of hounddogs.
Later this morning, Samantha's cousin came over to hang out by the pool. Booker budged over a bit and let her share "his" sofa for a minute. He got some gentle ear rubs and a belly scratch for being so courteous.
at 3:37 PM