Monday, May 11, 2015

My first time at the dog park

By Wylie Hudson

I had a special treat for Mom on Mother’s Day. I took her to the dog park. It was the first time for me to visit our local dog park, if not the first time ever to visit any dog park. I can’t remember ever having been to such a big place where I could freely run around and around and sniff at everything that catches my nose. And there were so many interesting smells, especially from other dogs.


Before we arrived, I’d told Mom I wanted to go with her to the section of the dog park where the small dogs play. Earlier, I had asked my friends about it because I’m a medium size dog and wasn’t sure which part I should choose. I prefer smaller dogs and am a little shy around big ones, but I didn’t want to get booed out of the park by the small guys or frighten them with my weight. All of my friends encouraged me, though, to select the part for the small dogs. 

All my worries about it were for naught, because I had the part I chose all to myself, but I was glad I didn’t enter the part for the big dogs. There were some giants walking around, not the huge bulky ones, but nevertheless, they were too tall for me to play with.  One guy, about my size, came to the fence that separates the two dog park parts, and we had a good talk with each other.


It surely was a lot of fun galloping around the whole place, all around the circumference—it’s a large section of the dog park—and I think I made Mom happy because Mom was constantly on my heels, huffing and puffing. At the end, she had to chase me down when it was time to go home. Yeah, I had picked out the perfect Mother’s Day treat.   



About Hobo

This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.

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