So I decided to break up Mia’s (my dog) monotonous life by taking her to the local dog park. I haven’t been to a dog park in this area, so I spent the morning finding a suitable one not so far from my house…and of course I got lost.

Now, shouldn’t it be a crime when Google Maps is wrong? When it tells me to turn right, is it wrong of my to assume that I should be going right? I trust Google Maps…today, it let me down. After being lost for 15 minutes at South Run and giving up, I headed home and apologized to Mia for not being able to find the dog park. As I was about to head home, I noticed some lights across the parkway and decided to head that way. It was the dog park…I was supposed to turn left, not right like Google Maps told me. I felt deceived. Anyways, we finally made it to the dog park. It had been sprinkling all day, so the ground was damp and rain was still falling on occasion.

Only 5 other dogs were there, so I thought this might be a good thing since Mia doesn’t play well with others. Well, she spent the entire time prissy around like she was too good to be at a lowly dog park. She didn’t like the damp ground. She didn’t like the other 5 dogs. She didn’t like to walk on the gravel. She didn’t like to walk on the dirt. She didn’t like to walk on the grass. She didn’t want to play with the tennis balls. She didn’t want a treat. She didn’t want to run around.

She meekly followed me around for 20 minutes and then begged to leave. So we went home and now she’s sleeping under the covers. How whack is that? Instead of enjoying a quiet Saturday morning at a quaint little dog park and enjoying the setting with other dogs, she’d rather be at home sleeping.

Mia=priss bucket