Monday the 20th, Day 213:

We have a new thing.

You know how we used to have 'classes'? (Dad says they start again, mid-october)

...now we have ANOTHER FUN thing...

It's called the DOG PARK.

*WOOF*!

We go to this place, right? and there is a BIG fence... and LOTS of dogs and their owners... and they play and play and play!

I am a little shy to play yet, but in the few days we have gone there, I have gotten much bolder. When Dad or Pa open the gate, I rush RIGHT in and go to meet all the dogs who are there.

(uhm, and to piddle everywhere so they know I am a small small doggie. no hurt berfa. I skeered of you all.)

I watch the dogs play.

I like to go up to all the owners, and meet them. Just a quick nudge and nuzzle and then I wander off.

Unless I meet someone I like.

Then I lay down at their feet for a moment, and pretend they're my owner. I wonder what it would be like. I let them touch me. Then I get up again, and wander around some more!

Dad says I have to learn to PLAY... but I am still SO shy... today I ALMOST played!

There was this pretty little visla, and a big chow cross... and I liked the chow cross- I was playing 'come get me big boy' with him, leading him around the place by piddling here and there... but then the little visla smelled it- and he was all- HUBBA HUBBA... Heyyyyyy Baaaabeeeeee....

I only like BIG dogs, thank you very much.

He was VERY insistant, and he got me to run around a bit-

Mostly running FROM him, but... uhm.

You know... I AM the bavarian bombshell... and I COULD have eaten him for breakfast, someone suggested- but... uhm... I got skeered. He wanted to mount me (and he had all his bits!) and so I RAN!! Yikes!

I yarked and ran... and we played a little, but mostly he would play and then jump on me. I knew what HE wanted!! I sat down. Nope. Not you, little guy. Nope nope nope!

Then... just when it started to get heated up- and I got actually *skeered*- (I was making little whimper-yarks to make him leave me alone)- the BIG chow came to the rescue!!! YAY!!!

He got between us, and pushed the little dog away! He GROWLED at the little dog, and then watched us play. Everytime the little dog started up again (you know what I mean.) He would PUSH him away with a little growl.

I felt MUCH safer, and I laid down at Dad's feet to rest a bit.

The little dog's owner was very embarassed, and took him away.

Hrmf.

I am waiting for Mr. Right to come along, thankyouverymuch! No littledogs!

(Dad says I can hubba hubba, and plan, and look for Mr. Right all I want, but I'm spayed. So it isn't doin' anything anyway. I'm just bein' a hussy. What the heck does 'hussy' mean anyway? Hrmf. I feel insulted.)

What a day!!

Big Bertha