An early autumn outing with Peg
Wound up with another day off on my hands Tuesday, so I decided to drive over to South Mountain Reservation with the Pegster for a little hike in the woods... but check it out: since our last visit, they've built a fantabulous dog park!! Wow!!!

Peg is actually a little shy around other dogs, and she likes the dog-run scene, but is always a little intimidated and doesn't quite know what to do. Fortunately, that day there was only a couple with their three very friendly dogs...after her usual bout of nervous diahrrea (why does it have to be my dog who does that?), she was ready to socialize... a little.

This little pack knows how to have a good time... sigh... I wish Peg would play like that. She plays in her own way, but between her typical lazy-Rotty personality and the missing leg, it's not the same. No running around, no fetching. There were tennis balls available there (her favorite toy), but she was too overwhelmed, as usual. I'll keep bringing her here; I know I can coax her onto one of these ramps, she's still a pretty good climber, and it's good exercise.

Uh-oh... looks like I got to take Old Pegger out behind the woodshed; Maw, fetch my rifle...
No, it's not rabies- just over-excited. Really over-excited. Yeccchhh.

Before taking her out onto the trail for a good walk, I stopped for a look at this nice bronze near the entrance to the dog park.
Peg went up to it, tail wagging- I think she at first mistook the statue for her old St. Bernard buddy, Cheesy-Poof, whom she hasn't seen in a long time ... but one good sniff, and she realized it was not a real dog.

Well, we went for a good long walk in the forest, and Peg wallowed in some mud (creek was pretty dry)... she was wiped out and totally filthy when we got home.
Peg is actually a little shy around other dogs, and she likes the dog-run scene, but is always a little intimidated and doesn't quite know what to do. Fortunately, that day there was only a couple with their three very friendly dogs...after her usual bout of nervous diahrrea (why does it have to be my dog who does that?), she was ready to socialize... a little.
This little pack knows how to have a good time... sigh... I wish Peg would play like that. She plays in her own way, but between her typical lazy-Rotty personality and the missing leg, it's not the same. No running around, no fetching. There were tennis balls available there (her favorite toy), but she was too overwhelmed, as usual. I'll keep bringing her here; I know I can coax her onto one of these ramps, she's still a pretty good climber, and it's good exercise.
Uh-oh... looks like I got to take Old Pegger out behind the woodshed; Maw, fetch my rifle...
No, it's not rabies- just over-excited. Really over-excited. Yeccchhh.
Before taking her out onto the trail for a good walk, I stopped for a look at this nice bronze near the entrance to the dog park.
Peg went up to it, tail wagging- I think she at first mistook the statue for her old St. Bernard buddy, Cheesy-Poof, whom she hasn't seen in a long time ... but one good sniff, and she realized it was not a real dog.
Well, we went for a good long walk in the forest, and Peg wallowed in some mud (creek was pretty dry)... she was wiped out and totally filthy when we got home.




