It’s strawberry season! I don’t know if that’s true in the rest of the country (or world for that matter) but here in California the little roadside stands that have stood closed for months are now open to sell their poor-traveling wares to a grateful public. In between work and home I passed by a stand and practically caused an accident as I careened into the little dirt parking lot and skidded to a stop. A few minutes later I was walking back to my car with a half flat of these beauties.
One afternoon, a week or two after I’d bought Hershey’s radio controlled car we went to the local park. It’s a big one with tennis courts, playgrounds and the nearest dog park. Our objective today wasn’t the dog park but the tennis courts. I thought the RC car would be far more fun if it had a hard surface to run on and build up some speed.
Hershey eventually likes to take the indoor toys outside, a fate from which they never return. In this case it’s not so much a banishment as it is a return.
A few years back, when Hershey was the only dog, we discovered an exciting new toy. One day at one of the dog parks we went to there was suddenly a commotion at the fence, and Hershey was right in the middle of it. While often “commotion at the dog park” is a synonym for “unexpected trip to the vet” it was not the case that day.
(Professional pets in a closed house. Do not attempt.)
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This is Hershey’s tail:
It is a big, meaty, beaty, club of a tail that she flails around with reckless (and sometimes wreckful) abandon. Many a shin and knee has been assaulted by this fearsome bludgeon of joy.
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