White Dog overheard Steve tell me that he needed about another half hour and his school work for the week would be complete. He asked what needed to be done afterward. I moved my head slightly toward the wandering White Ones who just could not seem to get settled. "Some time at the P-A-R-K is sorely needed for the restless ones; chores can wait let's go have some fun...you need it, too!"
Sometimes I forget just how smart White Dog is. She cocked her head blatantly listening in and as I spelled the suggested destination, she put the word together...let out a single word howl, "PARK!" ...and rushed to stand first in line at the door.
In a heartbeat there was an Eskie-jam of excited White Ones jostling at the door. Even Quinn was swept up in the joyful frenzy and pushed to get to the front of the line. "Really, Big Boy? You want to go for a car ride?" He stayed with the pack sharing the thrill but when Steve began putting on harnesses he came and laid next to my chair. "It is OK, love, someone has to stay behind to protect Michael and guard the ranch." He wagged his appreciation.
It was the first "normal" Albuquerque winter day we had experienced in many weekends...50 degrees F, sun shining, the park full of lots of pups and humans sharing the day. When Steve slid open Pumpkin's door, there was an explosion of white as White Dog leaped from her captain's chair in the front over YoYoMa who sttod at the open door and out onto the grass. She was barely clear before YAWD and Puff jumped out as well. Steve scrambled to grab leashes and keep Nuka from during her signature swan dive out (very athletic execution but always a bellyflop landing). Oso patiently waited for his turn.
WD was already doing zoomies along the length of grass before us as Steve and I split up the Army. He took YoYoMa and Puff, both straining to follow White Dog; Oso and Nuka stayed with me as they investigated every smell and blade of grass surrounding my wheelchair.
When the "Speedsters" had raced then trotted and finally walked around the Park, Steve exchanged them for the "Strollers." AWD and OAWD never travel far preferring instead to concentrate on memorizing every detail of a small section of the Park. But they take their time and are quite thorough.
Sated and settled back in the van, the WDA vote was for fish tacos for lunch. It was such a nice day that we car picnicked instead of going home (but of course, remembered one for TOWD). I looked around the car and was warmed by the sight of all the relaxed happy faces (including Steve's). The feeling was reinforced when we arrived home and Quinn sniffed his lunch...before taking a bite he looked into my eyes, pressed his cheek into my hand, and smiled.