Sunday Saturday in the park with Stella
The screaming hangover and the desert-like parched-ness of my mouth told me I had a great time out last night.
It started at Yoshi’s for a few martinis and went downhill from there. (Downhill was a good thing)
But this hangover…
I thought the bright sunshine flooding thru the windows of my bedroom meant that spring was finally here and I could take Stella to the dog park in the country to let her run. This place is amazing for a city dog. Close to 7 acres of open space, hills, ponds, and trees for the pooches to romp in. Halfway thru the park, my phone rang and after a brief conversation, I looked around for Stella and didn’t see her. She had gone around a corner and was out of sight.
As I rounded the corner, there stood Stella, belly deep in mud lapping at the dirty water. This is unusual for Stella, since she’s a very dainty girl. She will walk around a puddle on the sidewalk, refuse to go outside in the rain, and pout for hours after a bath, so for her to be waist deep meant that she was having fun and feeling free.
I realized that this dog park is like taking the two happiest places on earth and combining them into one, only for dogs.
So now its time for her bath…