Of Cockatiels and Coffee and Bright, Sunny Days
Since we were already up, I decided to take Nino for a run at the dog park. We switched parks this time, by virtue that this one was closer to home, and wasn't split up between big and little dogs. I'd gotten quite tired of prissy ladies with their teacup babies screaming at me because Nino was dashing about with the pack, being a dog... and running over one of these miniature pets. He never hurt them--and most of the time, they loved it, getting right into the thick of the fray--but it didn't stop the overprotective biddies. If I took him to the big dog side to play with the Rots, the Bullys, the Labs, and the occasional Dane, unfailingly, some loudmouth would tell me in the snottiest way to get my bitty dog on the other side of the fence.
This park had a smaller pasture for them to run in, and the people were much nicer. Nobody complained when Nino ricocheted off of a boxer, before leading the chase after an Aussie shepherd. And the shepherd's tennis ball. He had a blast, which is what's important, without having Mom chase him around and making him "sit" because somebody else is flipping out. He wanted to swim in the lake though, and of course, I had to put my foot down and say "no". Poor guy. We'll find an appropriate place for a pup-swim.