I'm left with two active dogs.
crazy about tennis balls.
Loves to ride in the car with me.
Especially when I bring her here.
The dog park.
Three miles from home, and we're in the country.
Hike a bit.
Enter the dog park.
Bliss for Madison.
Bliss for me.
Pandora station set on "Lenka" on the iphone.
A pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks.
Book to read.
The only problem?
The weasel likes to come along too.
Meet Dakota, or Cody.
No, she's not a weasel, she's a Brittany Spaniel.
The breed I vowed I'd never let into our home again.
But in a weak moment in the middle of South Dakota,
I found myself looking at a litter of Brittany pups.
She came home with us.
Our last Brittany was nuts too.
She ate my tangle-free diamond necklace.
It was in a box, inside of my jewelry box.
The chain lived up to its motto...
and came out tangle-free.
I didn't look for it.
Funny, I don't wear that necklace very often.
Even 16 or so years later.
Back to Cody.
I'm forever losing her in the tall grass.
Might not be a bad idea....
I think we'll keep heading to the dog park.
It wears her out.