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Loving life as only a big Bichon can

The new dog park!

On Saturday Mama and Daddy drove us to the new doggie park here in Baton Rouge. I'm glad it's not very far from our house because I tend to get a bit carsick. But I only drooled a bunch this time, I didn't actually get sick.

Man, what a great time I had! The park is much bigger than our back yard and I could run full out from one end to another. Mama kept laughing because I was running fast with a big ol' smile on my face. I love to run and I love open spaces. I think that's why I play a trick on Mama and Daddy by escaping every now and then. I know it scares them but I never go that far.

Mama says we have to work on the "come" command because I tend to ignore them when I'm running. I think it's just that I'm having such a great time running that I don't hear them.

There was a fight between a pitbull and a golden retriever. I yelled "fight" and took off toward them. I wanted all the other dogs to come watch the fight with me. Mama says I'm like a kid on a school playground that yells fight everytime one starts and gets the crowd to gather. Mama and Daddy wouldn't let me get near that pitbull because he was mean. But after he left, they let me run all around. They understand my need to secure the perimeter.

Sneauball tried to keep up with all my running but I'm just too fast for his little legs. He and Sophie ended up sticking pretty close to Mama and Daddy. I'm too independent for all of that plus I make it my business to meet every person and dog in the place. I consider myself a Bichon ambassador of sorts. That's why Mama thinks I need to become a therapy dog.

That was so much fun. Maybe if they keep taking me to the park for more fun I'll stop getting carsick. You never know - stranger things have happened.