Life doesn't get much better than this for a spritely Boston Terrier. Each Saturday, Sherman and I head to the doggie-meet-up in Turners Falls. It is a special time for the two of us as we walk up and down the field, mingling with the other dogs and humans.
Sherman loves these times. When we pull into the parking lot, Sherm is clammoring to go. He is like a typical teenager, asking me to drop him off at the mall entrance and letting me know that he'll meet up with me discreetly later. Once he's out of the car he's off like a rocket. Business first- sniff sniff here, sniff sniff there, potty time. Now it's time to PLAY.
Sherm has made some great friends at doggie play group. He really loves Max the lumbering English Bulldog and I pug I have yet to identify by name. They run, chase, and sniff hineys. They tug on sticks, splash in the Connecticut, and race after tennis balls together. It amazes me that there are few to no "doguments" (as I like to call them). There are a few scuffles here and there, but the humans who tend to go understand normal dog behavior and are pretty calm about it all. I love that.
On any given Saturday, especially when the weather agrees you may find upwards of 30 dogs romping around, eyes squinted, mouth hanging open. Tongue out, pant-pant-pant. The result of a happy, happy day.
It is one of the most beautiful scenes I've seen.
Perhaps we'll see you there some Saturday, and you and I can chat while Sherm and your pooch pretend they don't know us. :)
That is a really cool thing Nicole! Our Toby would love it! Siobhan would too! Monk, well, he doesn't always play well with others!
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