Doggy Dates

With everyone in school and Mark at work,

I'm left with two active dogs.

Meet Madison.

Chocolate Lab,

age 4,

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.

Park.

Hike a bit.

Enter the dog park.

Bliss for Madison.

Bliss for me.

Camera bag.

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.

Age 3.

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.

Mark did.

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.

-julie