Wag the Dog

     This is our dog park. Our haven.  When we come here, I feel like I can breathe, like maybe we are doing okay at this dog-parenting thing after all.  I NEVER want to be one of those pet owners who keeps their dogs cooped up all-day-everyday-all day-everyday, and so on and so forth. Its not good for anyone involved.  We had a beautiful evening.  Pictures to follow, of course.

     I think this might be one of the happiest places on earth.  I hope we are always able to give them this kind of life with lots of friends to play with and green grass and room to run.


     If I was the kind of person that believed in reincarnation, then I would tell people that I think I was probably a dog in a former life.  For some reason, I am drawn to them.  I remember being in college and just...missing dogs. My parents' dogs, of course, but also just...dogs in general.   I will probably be in my late 80's and be known around the neighborhood as "That Crazy Dog Lady."  


You know what? I'm alright with that.  


     I don't know much, but I do know that if motherhood is even half as fulfilling as dog-ownership, then a happy life it shall be. :)

Woof, Woof. Love, H.