OUR VERY OWN PRIVATE PARK

We've all been bummed out by this latest hot, hot, hot weather.  Guardian says that three days in a row of 90+ degrees = heat wave. I don't know about that. Except for knowing how much is in my food bowl, I don't bother with numbers. All I know is that Guardian wouldn't let us out on the deck AT ALL.

Even she was fed up with staying indoors except for our short potty breaks.  We went down on the very bottom floor of our house, and that's when she had a surprise for us.  OUR VERY OWN PRIVATE PARK!  No car, no crate, either, needed to get to it.

 Here it is....trees and shade and grass. OUTSIDE. Even in the heat! Only...no path like our usual parks.   I was cautious.  Gus, the goofball, will go anywhere, and he was right there in line, doing his usual velcro pug stuff, but I hung back.  


 Jazz: What's that wheely thing?
Guardian: It's a Beach Buggy.
Jazz: Where's the beach?  I'm not going anywhere. You're just trying to trick me.
Guardian:  [Shrugging]

Guardian took a few things outside plus the wheely, then added Gus. But not me!

They left me behind---imagine that!!  I was frantic!   Finally, after what seemed like two lifetimes, Guardian checked up on me.  This time I was NOT gonna be ignored.

Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away.

 

I told Gus what I thought about being left behind.  I knew better than to scold Guardian if I wanted to stay with them.

I was gonna show Gus I meant business, so I started to hump him.

Get away from me, Jazz!

I told Jazz all right! I'm duh man dog!

I happened to look over my shoulder then.  What is that?

That looks an awful lot like our deck!  What's it doing in our very own private park?

HEE HEEE HEEEE...and she thinks she's SO smart.  I knew where we were all along!