A Break From The Monotany

Bunny here, with my tail wagging after a most exciting walk.

It's been really hot here.  They've been saying on the news that it's too hot for anybody to go outside.  Even at night it's been hot enough to put blisters on your pads.  On top of that, it's been rainy and we've had some terrible thunderstorms.  This makes for great snuggling with Mom time, but it's not so good for a girl to stretch her legs.

Finally yesterday, it was a nice, decent summer day.  Mom called Dad and told him it would be a good night to go for a hike and he agreed.  So, we got our stuff all packed up and headed to Farmdale Park.

You'll notice that I'm sporting my new backpack.  Mom and Dad both had backpacks, too.  Dad said that everybody had to carry their share.  Mom carried bug spray, a towel, my long line, my harness (just in case), and her flip flops.  Dad carried the cameras, a first aid kit, a flashlight, a long line for Blueberry, and some water for him and Mom.  I wagged my tail and asked him why Blueberry didn't  have a backpack and what I was supposed to carry. 

Dad:  It's about time you started carrying your own poop!

Me:  What?!  I carry it, inside my tummy, until it's time for YOU to carry it!

Dad:  Not anymore, Puppy Girl!

Me:  MOM!  Did you hear that?  There's no way I am pooping on the trail!  I refuse to carry that stuff!  It's disgusting!  No way am I carrying Blueberry's, either!

Mom:  He's just kidding!  You're carrying a water bowl and two small bottles of water for you and Blue.  We'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from pooping on the trail, though.  Nobody wants to carry your poop!

Me: Whew!  I'll think about it, Mom, but I can't promise anything!  Actually, I'm so relieved, I feel like I could make a run to the powder room right now.

Well, after that little bit of joviality on Dad's part, we got our gear and got into the van.  Before we knew it, we were at the park.  I hopped out and headed out on the trail.  As we were walking along, it occurred to me that everbody expects us dogs to pick up our poop, but horses can just leave big piles of it all over the trails.  I think that's a bit unfair, although horse poop is fun to roll in, according to Blueberry.  Alas, I digress. 

We walked out on the trail until we got to the creek.  Because of all the rains recently, the creek was up pretty high.  Mom and Dad said we weren't going to go across it tonight.  It was really muddy on the main trail, too, and so Mom took a side trail.  Soon, we were at a spot where we could get down to the water. 

Mom and I carefully made our way down the hill.  Then it was time for Dad and Blueberry to come.  Blue found a dead duck in the grass and she had to go and have a snifftigation.  She should be on the CSI team, I tell you.  Well, Dad pulled her along and told her to leave it.  The next thing we knew, Dad slid in the mud, fell down and got all muddy.  Blueberry was quite surprised by the whole turn of events.  Mom asked if he was okay, and he was.  She picked up Blueberry's leash and waited for him to be able to get up.  I think if he'd just let her sniff that duck, and perhaps have a good roll in it, then karma wouldn't have given him that little push down the hill, but that is simply speculation on my part.

Anyroo, I had a nice dip in the cool creek water.  Mom put my long line on me and I went as far as I wanted to go.  Blueberry even joined me.  It was tons of fun and a nice way to spend the evening.  After that, we walked back to the van and headed home.  I think I'm going to sleep better tonight than I have all week!