You like those barefoot girls
During the week, the evenings get so packed full of stuff that we have to get done before bedtime. Dinner. Cleaning. Bathtime. You know the drill. And one of us, Mommy or Daddy, has to make sure Juliette gets a walk. It's only fair.
Now that the warmer weather has settled in, that's become easier. To the park, I say! And we either saunter or drive, depending on the time crunch.
It's great that you love the dog park so much. There's not a single swing or slide to be seen. No monkey bars. None of that jazz. Just a softball diamond, some picnic tables and one very alluring hill that's perfect for running down full tilt. Whether you're a three-year-old or a canine.
Even better is that we run into so many of our friends during our treks. Tonight we got to hang out with Molly and Betsy. That meant plenty of running through the grass, exploring the vegetation and climbing on the benches. (Or "bitches" as saucy Miss Betsy calls them.)
But, dude, after all the running, you're still up. At 9:30. What does it take to tire you out?
