A Wendy walk.

The other day I took Wendy for a lovely walk to the off-leash section of Shubie Park. Trey is not crazy about off-leash parks. Other dogs want to run up and sniff his bum, and that sort of intimacy without a cup of coffee or a chat first, is outside his comfort zone. Wendy, is a free and liberal bum-sniffer, both as the sniffee and the sniffer.

It was warm, and the leaves were unfurling in the magical lime greens of spring.

Wendy never ran too far ahead: always coming back to check in with me.

A dog had generously provided this feeder
for the squirrels he loves to chase.

Note at bottom says: "Stay dirty my friend"

We watched the ducks.

And Wendy went for a swim.

Since I had not brought a ball, Wendy took the liberty of generously finding a stick for me. She dwells under the erroneous impression that I love throwing sticks.