We got there and stood in the little gated area where you take off their leash. Three dogs ran up to the gate to say hi. One barked. Tails wagged. So we opened the gate and headed in. There was sniffing. There was a little jumping. There was even, PLAYING!
We tried to get chance to chase a ball, but he was not interested. Later though, there was a man who was throwing a ball to his dog - like across the whole park...so the dog would RUUUUUN and so all the other dogs would RUUUUN with him. And Chance saw them and was like, "Dude! We're running!" and he ran too! And then he realized he was chasing a ball and said, "WTF?!" and he stopped being a follower. HA!
While the fetching dog was fetching, he also stopped to poo. Then he grabbed his ball and headed back to his owner, who was getting a poo bag. And then he couldn't find the poo. So we were helping him look. And when I stopped to stare at the ground, looking for poo, this happened:
Apparently, the rule is, if it isn't moving, it's fair game. So Chance PEED ON ME! And while, I was thinking, OMG he F*ing peed on me! (Mark stopped him before he did much damage) I was also thinking, Finally! Something blog worthy.
Have a great weekend.