Saturday, January 28, 2006

Another Weekend of Winter Outdoors.

This time we went the other direction, to Merryspring Park in our former home of Camden:
The fabled dog gallop.

Fly Dinah, fly!

Expert trackers could tell you that one pretty lady and one orange haired galoot passed this way. Apparently hopping all the while.

Bailey is darker than a Bergman film.

The key when taking the mound in these conditions is to be careful not to balk. Or fall on your arse.

A chance meeting with Dinah's old pal Zeus, the half German Shepherd half Great Dane. Good grief.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Someday Dinah must take her liver-drying boyfriend to Merryspring and show him the ropes. (And he would kick Zues' ass if Dinah wanted him to.)

The Ropers

Mondale said...

Mr Weasel sir, gawd bless yous and your lovely wife to be. You gives us city dwellers a glimpse, a mere glimpse indeed, of life outside of our Orwellian nightmare.

youthlarge said...

are the pups going to be a part of the wedding?

weasel said...

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Roper- agreed, Loveable Ned would kick anybody's ass, for Loveable Ned is the reincarnation of Primo Carnera.

Mondale, thank you sir. Alas, the snow will be gone in May but at least the daffs will be out.

Youthlarge; probably not at the wedding itself as Bailey is an irascible old misanthrope and Dinah is too shy. One would spend the whole day snarling at people and trying to eat the entire buffet while the other would cower behind by legs and pee uncontrollably.

bri said...

"One would spend the whole day snarling at people and trying to eat the entire buffet while the other would cower behind by legs and pee uncontrollably."


For a moment, I thought you were talking about Mr. and Mrs. Mondale.

(heeheehee - just kidding B***)

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