Doggy play date

Over the Christmas holidays I was talking to someone who said she's glad she doesn't have big dogs because you have to walk them! Even in the rain!!!!

Er. Right. It's perhaps not a surprise that we didn't bond instantly.

My friends come out on perfectly miserable days for doggie play dates. One even drives an insane distance and has to explain to the border dude that yes, she's really here because her dog wants to play with our dogs. Yes, even on really wet rainy days.

I was the only one who brought a camera - most likely because I own the cheapest camera & don't particularly worry about getting it wet or falling in the mud with it. Alas, I'm the worst photographer of the group so what follows is not going to win any awards. It will, however, show the world the wonder of living in Vancouver in January. Look! Grass! It's green! Yeah, yeah, we're soaking wet. But we have green grass!

We spent two hours out there; the dogs had a blast, we plodded through mud, and I squealed like a girl when I saw a mouse - not because I was scared of the mouse but because I really didn't want to see a dog eating the mouse. It appeared to be a particularly dimwitted mouse because it was running in and out of the puddles by my feet over and over again. Fortunately, the dogs were otherwise occupied and the mouse lived another day.

There was an eagle flying overhead at the park and when I got home & was unloading all the wet and muddy towels out of the cars, I saw four Canada geese flying overhead. Spring is around the corner in our little corner of the world.