Slice of Life Tuesday: Dog Park Antics

Yesterday, we took a trip to the Twin Cities to visit our youngest son and his girlfriend who live in St. Paul. We took our dog, Molly, a yellow (almost white) labrador. They recently rescued a dog who is tiny compared to Molly, a mix of Lhasa Apso, Australian Shephard, Shitzu, Terrier, and Chihuahua according to his embark genetic testing. Molly is a pure-bred Labrador, certified by the AKC. She is three years old and Stewart is 4 months old. So, aside from the size and breed difference, there is an age difference as well.

Molly has mostly grown out of her puppy enthusiasm and energy. She still loves people — any people — she sees. She wants to lick and kiss and jump — all things we have tried, with some success to curb. Stewart, on the other hand, is full of puppy energy and zest, which was fully on exhibit at the dog park yesterday! For a small dog, he has a lot of chutzpah!

Stewart is used to the dog park. Being a city dog, his owners take him to the dog park at least a couple of times a week. Molly has never been to a dog park. She has, however, been to daycare. We took her for training as a puppy and used to take her at least once a week to play with others at a local doggie business where we lived previously. She’ll get to go there again when we move our oldest son at the beginning of August. At that time, she’ll have an extended stay for three days. I’m sure she’ll be pooped out by the time we travel back to the cabin.

Back to the dog park…