Just another Sunday at the Park.

It rained last weekend…hard! Every time I went outside, I had to wear my coat. And even with my coat I have to get towel dried when I get home. My Mom says it’s because I share the couch, and the coat doesn’t protect my undercarriage. It finally stopped raining on Sunday, and my Mom took me to the Salem Dog Park, it’s like my most favorite place. It was crazy even for a Sunday. I guess all the dogs were ready to let her rip after being cooped up on Saturday. All was crazy, and then this ‘tool’ (that’s what my Mom said… he just looked like a regular man to me) tried to come in with his baby, in a stroller, and his dog on a leash. I guess he didn’t want to use the off leash area, which was kind of unfortunate, because then the ‘tool’ got rushed, because that’s what we do when new blood enters the park. His dog started freaking out, and then his kids started screaming like we were going to kill their pet or something. It’s was insane, I loved it. Anyway, that was when my Mom said it was time to go, something about trouble waiting to happen,… yeah I don’t get it either.