Maya at the Dog Park

    Occasionally when we have a lazy day, which happens to be almost every weekend, we will pack a bag with a frisbee, ball, and towel and head to the dog park.  Sometimes we may even take Maya.  The Shirlington Dog Park is located four miles from our apartment and allows the pups to run off leash.  The top two things that we love about it is the small dog area and the creek just next door.  The two things Maya loves about it is the endless bark-time she gets and the creek just next door.
    On the weekends, this park is full of playing, barking, and sometimes even humping dogs.  As you drive through the parking area, it seems like tradition to have to roll down your window and allow your dog to let the wind blow their ears and smells enter their noses.  It's quite humorous to see the line of cars practicing this tradition as they find parking.  Once you do find parking, it's a procession to get your dog through the gate and unleashed.  Just inside the gate, you are welcomed by friendly dogs needing a little love and yes, even the smell of dog poop escaping from the trashcans.
    We usually head to the small dog area where puppies and smaller dogs get to play with each other without being trampled by larger, careless dogs.  Of course Maya stays closer than our own shadows afraid of all the butt-sniffing dogs (which happens to be all).  After we walk her around in this area, we will head down to the creek where the big dogs are only focused on fetching tennis balls and don't worry about the small toy (Maya) that just entered their region.  Maya could care less about tennis balls when there is water around.  She prefers to walk/swim in the creek away from other wet dogs.

The small dog area just behind the fence.

Big Dogs!!!!  Yes, that rottie has his head completely under....

Mom! No more pictures!!!  Can't you see I'm on a top secret mission.

Swimming after PDub

Our lil' waterbug.

    After she has completed her wading (or really when we say it is time to go in because she would stick around the water all day), we towel her dry and head back to the car.  At the car, she will do her wet dance in the passenger seat which involves rubbing her ears and body along the chair.  I like to call it breakdancing and often supply her with a mad beat.  On the drive home, she usually passes out from all the excitement and then again in her bed at home.  Sometimes PDub and I will join her for an afternoon nap.  Dog Parks are tiring!

Does anyone smell wet dog? And I'm not referring to PDub.

Breakdancing....

Didn't even pull out of the lot before she passed out.

Rough day.....Sleep!