White Dog could not avoid the lure of adventure...or a car ride...for very long. When Steve came home for a brief break between work at the office and teaching at the University, he suggested that the White Dogs and I might be interested in "getting out of the house for a while." Before I could answer, White Dog was on her leash chair and woofing for me to hurry and get shoes on. Quinn, always a go-with-the-flow kinda of guy, calmly waited until Steve attached his lead.
Where were we going? we all wondered as Steve did not take any of the obvious routes to the Park or the ice cream shoppe or to the pet store. Finally, Steve pulled up at a NEW Park! This one was flat and even and blanketed in lush grass. Edged in tall shady trees the park was easily the size of a football field...and best of all...it was deserted!
White Dog burst out of the door as soon as Steve gave the command and was happily doing zoomies of ever widening loops by the time Steve and the Other White Dog got onto the grass and explored their first tree. It was heaven and she was in her element streaming across the openness with the sun splashing on her whiteness. White Dog ran until she could no more then dropped into the shade and watched her brother ambling along with Steve...stopping every few feet to sniff and to look around. White Dog repeated this cycle three more times before she indicated that she had her fill. By then TOWD had completed his circuit and was also ready for a long cool drink.
Everyone piled back into the car expecting that we would head for home but Steve had one last surprise...a stop at Tastee Freeze for vanilla ice cream cups...the perfect capper to the trip! Now Steve has dashed off to class and both White Dogs, tired and sated, are napping in their coolest spots. I expect I will not hear from either of them until Steve returns later this evening.