Saturdays have become our park days. During the week the poor pup sits at home all day while I'm off winning the bread (or something), so I like to reward her with quality play time on Saturdays. Today seemed like a good day for that. The house was quite literally quivering because of the 40-60 mph winds that were plaguing Worcester, so I figured I'd rather be outside than in if it came crashing down. So we packed up and drove to the park. En route, however, I experienced my very first flash snow storm. It was insane! It came out of absolutely nowhere. It was all blue skies and sunshine, and then it was white out conditions. It looked like this:
Seriously.
And then it was over. And it looked like this:
Actually, it looked better than that, but my iPhone camera and my editing skills leave a little to be desired.
Anyway, we made it to the park. Rylie had a great time and that's all that matters. Here's how a park trip usually goes down, in Rylie's own words:
OMG I'M SO EXCITED!!!
ThrowtheballthrowtheballCOMEONNNNNNthrowtheball!
I got it! I got it! See! I got it!
Do it again.
And again.
And again, 'til I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Oh, you're taking pictures?
Here, I'll cock my head and look adorable.
Tee hee hee I'm so adorable.
I'm parched...give me water.
I...
...almost...
...got it...
Ahhhhhhhh. Refreshing.
GAH! UGH! *cough* I'M CHOKING!
I'm ok. Throw the ball! And I'll wait for it......
Got it!
Ooh there's the ball!
Look! I got it! Do it again.
Oooooh, a stick!
Nom nom nom.
I'm so over this. Let's go now.
I love you, park!!
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