I was talking to one of Bassman's friends today and I was telling him how much C-dog misses being able to flat out run after the Frisbeetoy. We have a rather small back yard and while we do play, we don't play quite as hard as she would like. He suggested a trail over behind Target.
(Side note - isn't this a stunning view? All Target's should be so lucky!)
As you can see, there were acres for the mighty Cruella to run free in. Loose dirt everywhere. So of course she pooped in the middle of the sidewalk. I guess I had to chalk it up to her being so excited. Luckily I had a bag with me so I didn't have to leave it there.
There was also a trout stream that ran alongside. I heard the geese (grass was way too tall to see them) along with countless songbirds. We even shared the site with an angler. So peaceful.
All that FT chasing can make a girl thirsty so we wandered over to the river so she could get a drink. Cold, cold water. She was having a hard time finding a comfortable place to sip from so she gave up and walked away.
Or so I thought. No, for some unknown reason the pinhead decided she needed to take the Frisbee and drop it into the river. The swiftly moving river.
She realized her mistake almost immediately. She also realized there was no way I would be rescuing the mighty Frisbee. Which left only one option.
After her plunge into the ice cold water she was more than ready to call it a day.