TWO BLOG DAZE..NOT TWO DOG DAYS...

Hello,

I just realized that I blogged early this morning. So, more than theoretically, this is a "Two Blog Daze". It was quiet today at dp when I was there...just post noon to one. Not much going on. Dog Walkers were tending to business, the weather was perfect...and all was well. Today is the kind of day that makes people actually stay living in Chicago, rather than run screaming to a sunny state somewhere. This is a great city in the summer...more so than most. This city just lights up and shines with festivals, music and just about anything else you can think of.

The park expansion....does it really exist? I am an impatient soul. Bill the liasion with Park District assures us that the expansion will occur. Currently, the architects are working with the Park District to make sure all t's are crossed and i's dotted. Beauracy....exists to make sure it continues to exist and support the people it pays. That sounds somewhat Tea Party-like, but much more like the French Revolutionary reasoning.

Dogs R US. The is an article in the Trib about dog parks...surprise..they say that Humans enjoy going there, as well as, dogs. Duh!!! Numerous humans I have met state that dp is their daily therapy. I know it works for me.

This week, I have been dog sitting in the burbs...today I rescued a yellow lab named Oliver who had, once again, escaped his yard. He is a 12 year old, 100 pounder with a mind of his own. I saw him crossing the street (small..little traffic, but still a street). He, actually, looked both ways. I had to chase him around and finally cornered him in the fenced yard of a home. I got his tags and went scouting the neighbor to find the address (they did not answer their phone). The humans were happy to see him and had not noticed that he was gone...again. But, while he has slowed down a little...he still suffers from the wanderlust. Anyway, it was nice to help a great dog continue to be great and with his family. In the burbs...they have grass, trees and everything. Wow.

I met an 11 year old boy with a little white curly haired dog which was part Maltese and part...Croton....several French words. I had never heard of the breed. Looked like a Malti-poo. The boy, started telling me about the breed and reassured me that he would never go to a pet shop. He had his parents drive him to a breeder in Indiana. He had researched the breed, whose name I cannot say or write. He seemed very aware of animal rights and abuses...great for an 11 year old. I guess society is evolving. The boy said he wanted to be a vet and that he had snakes, ferrets and a variety of other pets in the far north suburbs where he lives. His mother was down in the city for work, so he came with her and stayed at the park. Just never know who you will meet and greet.

Hey has anyone seen Izzy, the white terrier's teenage human named Joseph? I think he may be lost to dog park by the lure of young girls...but dogs never let you down! Live and learn.

Well, the stream of consciousness seems fairly dry tonight. Sometimes you got it and sometimes you don't.

That's all she wrote. Roe