I redeemed myself

I redeemed myself at The Park today. Mostly. When we got there, there was no one there. Which was fine by me. But as soon as Dad got my leash off, a Mom showed up with her daughter, a tennis coach (or something) and Another Goldendoodle! My first encounter with another Goldendoodle since my halcyon days back at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm!!

Her name was Cindy (I think), and frankly, she wasn't super interested in playing with me. Or playing in general. We ran around a little bit, but she headed back to her Mom, and when Dad threw the football, she was interested in playing in the stream, instead. And when her human sister started hitting tennis balls? She went and stood on the side of the tennis court. She didn't even chase the spare tennis balls on the court! And she's only 4 years old! Dad called her 'mellow'. All I can say is that is that if I ever become that "mellow" I'd better be TaiChi's age!

Mom didn't get any pictures because she was "protecting" the sandbox area from me. For the record, Mango, I did NOT pee in the sandbox. I can't say the same for the itty-bitty kids who play in it - I didn't stop to check.... Anyway, I only went close to the sandbox once, and Mom pointed me back to Dad.

The only time I got slightly distracted? Well, I mentioned that there was this girl hitting tennis balls with her coach, right? Well, they left the gate to the court open. You might see where this is going.... Anyhoo... It wasn't my fault, really. I mean, if they leave the gate open, can I be blamed if I decided to go requisition one of those spare tennis balls?

I don't understand why they didn't want the ball back... Maybe they were just very nice people, and felt that I needed a tennis ball. I did notice that they shut the gate after I left the court, though... I guess I'm not ready to play tennis yet.

But after my excursion on to the tennis court? I was Very Good. I paid attention to Dad and got to chase the tennis ball a bunch of times. (Boring Cindy was still standing on the side of the tennis court. What is Up With That?!? I mean, she LOOKED like a dog, and her Mom said she was a Goldendoodle like me, and she even kinda sort of looked like me, but how could you POSSIBLY be someplace with all those tennis balls rolling around, and NOT chase them? Somebody should revoke her dog license. Sheesh.)

And I didn't attack any little kids. I only just looked at the one Very Little Kid that walked to the sandbox. I didn't go chase her, or try to eat her, or anything. So I totally redeemed myself today!

But did Mom get pictures of this? NO. And can you believe that Dad actually asked "Why do you take pictures? They all come out the same?" Is he kidding?!? DAD! They are NOT the same. Besides, you CANNOT have too many pictures of me. Using his logic, he shouldn't ever get any more pictures of him racing; but like that's going to happen....

*sigh*

So I'll leave you with some pictures of me playing with one of my toys.



Pee Ess. Mom and Dad say that sometimes I am "shifty-eyed" - hence the picture yesterday. I don't think I'm "shifty-eyed" - I think that I just have a wide range of facial expressions.