A few days ago I put on Facebook that I was waiting for Mom to take me to the dog park. Suzanne sent me a note reminding me that Mom is pretty good about keeping promises and Suzanne was right (as usual).

Mom took me to the dog park in Payson. It is really nice. I like it a lot. There are lots of trees. Sometimes there are a lot of dogs there but most of the time it’s not too bad. Plus there’s a separate place where most of the little dogs go. They can be really annoying. I could squish them with one paw but they totally don’t get that. Not that I would. Mom has rules about being nice.

All in all it was a great day at the park. My tongue hangs way out just till I catch my breath. I’m not tired or anything.

Mom says if I want to tell you about my day at the dog park (is there any other kind?) I have to tell the whole story. So even though I don’t like to talk about getting in trouble, I’ll tell you. Don’t judge.

When we got to the dog park a dog even bigger than me ran right up to me and started sniffing my butt. No introduction, no nose bump, no asking if I want to be friends. Just right to my butt. I don’t like that and I told the other dog as much. Then that dog said she didn’t care. Then there was a little snarling but no biting. Then here comes Mom yelling NO to ME! Geeze. The other dog got in trouble, too, just to be fair. I told Mom it wasn’t my fault but I still got in trouble. It’s part of that nice rule.

OK. There. Now you know the whole darn story.

If any of you dog buddies are having problems with your human, let me know. Maybe I can help. Remember, I’m an Australian Shepherd. I’m good at helping. I generally find that a nap or a dust bath solves most problems.

Here’s to a treat in your dish and a bowl of fresh, cool water. Later.