… it wasn’t the fourth of July today. Instead the second day of April, as Bear and I made my way to Grass Creek Park. This time Bear was sporting his numerous tags and on-leash while outside the dog park. A good looking but serious by-law officer had caught us last week, guilty on both accounts. The brilliance of white on dark blue announced the return of the swans. There, amidst the honking geese, six white swans drifted on the waves. Magnificent to see, they out class the geese with their brilliance, size and serenity. Peace among chaos.
The dogs present in the park this morning were played out. Bear and I walked one big circle and finished down at the lake where he could rinse off his mud splattered undercarriage. Puddles are for exploring, after all though perhaps not for a thickly coated white dog.
