A secret mission with My Dad this morning, very hush-hush. We drove all the way past downtown Chicago and onto southbound Lake Shore Drive. Past the Museum of Science and Industry to an area of older apartments and condos…My Dad had to serve some paper, and he was successful – no big deal. But he told me that the intelligence (intel, in secret agent language) he had developed on this person gave him a slight edge, just enough to factor into a successful mission.
“Want to go the Dog Park?”
What? I was jolted out of my fascination with watching moving vehicles from the open (in the low 30’s here today!) left rear window. What? The DOG PARK?
“Yep, won’t be muddy, sun’s out, actually feels warm, so that’s a yes?”
Duh, and when would I say NO to the dog park. The alertness of my amber eyes and prick ears told My Dad all he needed to know. Yes, let’s head for the Dog Park.
My favorite play-fighter today was ACE, a young German Shepherd dog. After Kona and Luke kept tag-teaming me and getting too rough, I ran over by Ace, sat down and showed my teeth at Kona and Luke…they were starting to hurt me and I let them know I did not like that. After taking a short break to compose myself, I started testing Ace with a few “let’s play” moves and he was OK with playing with me.
Yawn….time for a nap. Be Cool. -Magic