Bark Park

I hadn't been to the Big Pine dog park in a couple of years, as Rusty made it clear early on he doesn't much like them. He never said why but he doesn't.

He wandered around outside happily enough but I suspect there are too many dog smells inside the fences.

People don't mind being fenced in...

And naturally instructions abound as common sense is in short supply. And no, the pool had not been drained by the last user.

Check it  out:

Beach volley ball in a place with no beaches! Well played.

I am not a great fan of dog parks because as you can see below it's not much of a dog walk but a gab fest. No really my scene.

You'd think picking up after your dog would be obvious....

Mr Cool prowled around a bit but he was ready to go.

Nice park. Too bad he won't like it even when it's empty.

Sitting With Roxie

Luckily I like dogs; and I say luckily because my neighbor needed his dog sat. Say hi to Roxie:

I felt a bit weird walking a dog on a leash around my house. Cheyenne wouldn't be seen dead not being trusted around her home but I was not keen to lose this little tyke who was in my trust.

I loaded Roxie into the car, much excitement, for a ride to the Big Pine Bark Park.

She had a grand time sniffing and running. Cheyenne was blissfully unaware of my treason - she was home sleeping off a hot muggy afternoon as is her won't in her 14th year of life. Young Roxie had a blast.

Watson Trail, Key Deer refuge, Big Pine Key.

 

I took her home for a while and Cheyenne was not terribly impressed.

I closed the dog door to prevent the intruder from escaping.

Sitting still wasn't in the cards for the overstimulated Roxie and after a while she ran to the front door and I figured it was time to take her home for the night.

It was fun having a young small dog around for a little while, but like visiting grand kids I was glad to relinquish my duties and return to companionable silence with my under stimulated Labrador.

 

Posted with Blogsy

Limin' At Higgs Beach

We were hanging out at Higgs Beach, the county park embedded in the south shore of the City.

Coast Camp, a summer of fun, the poster promised. I am interested to check out the artistic space on Stock Island before too long.

 On Facebook I quoted the lines from Macbeth to accompany this picture of a walking shadow:

Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Salute, the Italian restaurant on the beach operated successfully by the owner of Blue heaven, not yet open for business:

 Summer thunderclouds building:

 Limin

hanging out or chillin,even partying 

(a word frequently used by trinidadians)

(Eg) we were limin on the corner 

we were hanging out on the corner 

(eg) i was limin with some friends 

i was hanging out with some friends 

(eg) me an my friends went out to lime last night 

me an my friends went out to party last night 

by trini boy January 09, 2009 

That Urban Dictionary definition defines most of the car occupants staring at the beach with glazed eyes:

 The dog park, after all the dogs have left for the morning, just how Cheyenne likes it.

 She is as anti-social as I am.

Good dog.