Playing in Soulard

Last week when it was like 60 (before the snow came) Dad took me to the dogpark!

There were lots of happy dogs to play with, especially Brewster, a recue Staffie that was very friendly. He had a tennis ball that was pretty cool, and refused to give it up. I chased him for a while, and then Shane, his Dad, threw it around for us to chase!

We were having a blast, UNTIL, some jerky German Shepard showed up. He and I didn’t get along. I think his name was Hans. Or Yens. Either way, he barked some German nonsense to me and it (almost) got ugly, but Dad saved the day.

Oh well. It was fun while it lasted!

Hooray Hooray,
Paisley

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