Tuesday, June 25, 2013
My basset hound is whining. He wants to go to the dog park. It's our morning ritual. He wakes me up at the crack of dawn. We go to Starbucks and then the dog park...BUT as some of you may have noticed, there's a bunch of rainstorms all over the country. We are having one of those storms here. So, the dog park is probably a big muddy puddle...and closed for the day.
My basset is not pleased. He's flopped down next to me, whining. You would think he was neglected, starving, or regularly beaten.