Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Sniffing Park

Hey There!  Mia here.
(Yes, Mom calls me 'the pupster' 
ya gotta love her protective instinct.)

SO, I've convinced Mom to sometimes carry the teeny camera.
Then, i gotta remember to tell you about Good, Better, Best Pupster Adventures.

Close to my house is a small
super-duper small
We have a special rule for this park.
I'm allowed to sniff.

We walk together . . . we are supposed to keep moving, not stop and savor the smell . . 
I request a sniff pretty often . . . so, Mom made adjustments . . .
 sometimes she'll walk real slow so I can catch a whiff . . . 
OR, she'll stand still for a slow count of 5 . . .
 BUT . . . in the "Sniffing Park"  I get to inspect, smell, savor as long as i want . . . 
it's a good idea.)
When I was a baby I used to play on the playground.
There's a tunnel and a slide i used  to enjoy.
After a while, I preferred to sniff.
Wouldn't YOU?
There's a little hill approach to one side of the Sniffing Park.  
The park is one corner lot of a block. 
There's a shelter.  We wait under under rain storms.
There are swings, and other things to play on.  Underneath all the equipment the ground is cushy padded stuff.  It's funny to walk on.
There were more trees, but they crashed.
The park rangers keep finding ways to protect the little house next door.
The park rangers are really nice.
They make every park . . . awesome.
Here's the entrance right by the little house next door.
Here's the hill on the other side of the sniffing park.

gotta go
but, I'll be back soon
because there's plenty of walks to share with you.

The Pupster


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