Bark Park

Patch & I went for a little outing this morning. He knew I was heading out as I was putting on my tennis shoes; as I headed downstairs, Patch raced ahead and checked the hall coat closet to see if I was getting a leash.

Puppy joy! Not just any leash, but the short brown leash! That means a car ride! Patch doesn’t bother waiting for me – quick as a flash, out through the kitchen, through his doggy door that he figured out quickly with, um, a little push. Patch is headed for the car.

We left for a new park that opened recently, the Mille Bush Bark Park, named after George Bush the Elder’s dog. There’s a double gated entrance, doggy showers, doggy water fountains, two large ponds, and complimentary “dang, I have to pick that up?” bags.

I was a little nervous as I took off Patch’s leash, but all the other dogs were unleased. Ok, here we go…. *unclick* and Patch took off like a shot. Zooom! Patch chased everything that moved. Somebody would throw a ball, Patch would chase the ball, chase the dog chasing the ball, chase other dogs chasing the dog chasing the ball… for the next hour, I probably got no closer than 100 yards to Patch.

After two solid hours of running, Patch started to wear. After a couple of scruffles, I decided it was time to start preparing to leave. He ran through the muddy ponds, chest high, so I took advantage ot the doggy shower and rinsed him off, then headed over to a bench to wait while he dried. I kept him leashed; I didn’t want him to run back through the pond.

Patch needed a nap. He growled at every dog that came within 10 feet of him, as if to say, “What are you doing in my park! Grrr..” I brought him home, gave him a thorough bath, and now he’s passed out under my desk.

He really liked Bark Park. 🙂

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