A Tail From The Weekend

21 Sep

I decided to be a good mom and take Wallace to the dog park over the weekend. I’ve been telling him about the dog park for a while now, and he’s been a good boy, so I thought we’d try it out. Now, I’m a little hesitant to take my dog to a place where he can roam free with other dogs, for fear that he would be ganged up on or teased by the other dogs. He’s small, though, and at this park, little dogs (under 30 pounds) have their own fenced in play area. So, we (my mom and I) loaded up the car and took him to the dog park.

I felt sorry for Wallace at first because there were no other dogs in his play area. He was the only small dog whose mother wouldn’t allow him to play with the boxer, great dane, and other large dogs in the “big pen.” But then, a little dog arrived. Hooray! A friend!

The other small dog was (by my guess) a schnauzer/shih tzu mix, and much older than my Wallace. He was not interested in playing. He simply wanted to walk around and sniff, but Wallace wouldn’t have it. He became a stage 5 clinger. The little dog practically begged his owner to pick him up. They left after five minutes. Embarrassment #1.

Before the small dog owner left, though, he went down to the end of the fence and filled up a water bowl for his dog to sip from. Wallace followed, of course, and took a few gulps himself. “Oh, the park has water for them,” I told my mom. “I see,” she said. “They must come here often since they know that,” she added.

The big dogs in the pen next door all ran around and played, and Wallace yearned to be with them. He kept running over to me to “tell me” that he wanted to play. I informed him that he was too small – he’d just have to entertain himself on his side.

So he did.

Wallace ran back down towards the water bowl, which I thought was pretty smart. I mean, this was our first time here, and he’d already learned where to get a drink. And then, he did it. He started rolling. Rolling and wallowing. I jumped up from the bench and yelled, “William Wallace! Stop it! Stop it right now!” But it was too late. When he looked at me, this is what I saw:

The picture doesn’t exactly do his filthiness justice, but you can tell that he is the color of the ground, which is brown. See his tail? That’s the color he should be. Embarrassment #2.

There wasn’t a towel in my car, but I did have a trash bag and a pair of velour jogging pants. So, naturally we poked a hole in the end of the bag for his head, wrapped him up inside the bag and tied it so his feet couldn’t poke out. The velour pants were wrapped around his head, and we walked to the car with him. On the way out, one of the big dog owners looked at us. It was a look of total disgust. Embarrassment #3.

Perhaps I will wait until it hasn’t rained for at least a week before we go back. It took us an hour to get him back to his original state. One hour, one trash bag, one pair of pants, two people, two washcloths, two towels, one water hose, one bathtub and lots of soap and scrubbing. He slept the rest of the day.

3 Responses to “A Tail From The Weekend”

  1. Cliff September 21, 2009 at 11:32 pm #

    I am still laughing at the image of you and your mom walking out of the dog park with Wallace in a trash bag! It reminds me of Molly's first trip to a Citadel parade…

  2. Mandi September 22, 2009 at 6:15 pm #

    Those cannons did poor Mollie in.

  3. Annette September 23, 2009 at 11:23 am #

    haha. my dogs (well mainly just rhett) are on dog park restriction for another couple of weeks. rhett was started by a poodle and growled at it. then the next time we went to the park the dog's owner accused rhett of having a 'temperment problem'. that did not go over well, needless to say.

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