Took the boys and the dogs for a walk at Grant Park the other day. Sky is a leash puller, so Bob was really having to hold her back. I think she’s been use to having the whole back yard to run and play, at her leisure. Being put on a leash was limiting.
She had a good time. She walked through the creek, but didn’t really seem all that in to playing in the water. Which was ok with me, since I didn’t really prepare for wet dog in my van.
Tege was in to walking Bean a bit. She had fun. She tromped right through the water like she isn’t part cat (as in, this particular whippet is so *not* a water dog). Surprised me. I expected her to daintily (not that she’s prissy, but when it comes to water…) walk across the rocks.
The boys had fun playing and got to play in the creek throwing rocks. The creek was a little low though. We saw some small fish, and the water smelled real fishy… not like when it’s fuller and moving along.
Later though, when we were the absolute furthest from the car, Ry got bit by an aggressive, territorial wasp. I was so mad. He’d just taken his hat off, had gone down the slide, and was going back for one more ride before we were going to start walking back.. and the dang thing came right down and got him on the head. He’s such a trooper.. cried how it hurt, but man, he’s one tough little guy. At home, we put ice on it.. but it was a tough ride home.
