Thursday’s trip to the park was a great success. I thought Silas wasn’t going to get in the car, and then I realized that because I was avoiding saying the word “car” he just didn’t know what I wanted. Once we got that straightened out, he hopped right in. He wasn’t the happiest ever in the car, but not too bad:
Then we got to the park where it was a lovely, if very pollen-y, day. Silas ran around happily, including exercising his great talent for finding baseballs in the weeds. What he wants to do with the baseball is roll around on top of it. What he gets is more like this:
(Yes, our grass is that green. Don’t hate me.)
At roughly the 20 minute mark I spotted a mounted policewoman making her way in our direction. Now, Silas has never seen a horse up close, with or without a person. He is skittish about people doing “weird” things. Given that combination, I feel like the horse thing went pretty well. I walked him directly back to the car (while he tried to drag me to the horse), and just about the time we got to the car he had had enough and started to bark a little. Nothing too crazy, but it was on the edge of escalating. If I’d been able to get to my keys faster, he would probably have been okay. As I pulled out of the parking lot, about ten more mounted police came into view, so I’m thrilled that I got out of there promptly.
Also, I have to include this hilarious outtake from my attempt to get the first picture. We were stopped at a red-light, and I snapped my quick phone photo right as a motorcycle happened to drive by:
It’s a pity it’s blurry and off-centered. I could probably win the internet.