The Happiest Place on Earth

Contrary to what fans of Mickey may say, I think our local dog park must be the Happiest Place on Earth.  We discovered it last week when it was cold, but sunny.  Amanda and I needed an outing, and Farley needed to run.  We bundled up in our coats and hats and headed out. 

We parked in our normal parking space, next to the kid's park and walked and walked down a dirt road...even passing a private residence.  We went downhill and started climbing uphill.  I wasn't sure we were in the right place.  Just as I was about to turn around, we spied a dog running full speed across a beautiful field.  

The park is over an acre in size and is situated in the middle of farm land.  It feels like paradise.

We went again last week (on Farley's birthday).  I'm not sure who enjoyed it more...the kids or Farley.  They all had a blast running and playing.  If a dog can smile, I'm sure all of these guys had smiles on their faces.

As each new car drove up, the dogs lined the fence to see which friend was coming next.  

Most of the dogs arriving were sitting in the front seat of their car, barking and so eager to get out and play.

The kids played frisbee and ball with all the dogs, as well as chased them around the field.  

Not only were the dogs happy, but the humans were happy as well.  It was a little community of dog lovers.  They all greeted Farley, gave him a pat and asked what kind of dog he was.  One man fetched a tennis ball from the back seat of his car for Farley.

They asked about each other.  "How is your Mama?"  "We are so thankful that she has made it to rehab."

The dogs sniffed and ran and marked their territory.

It was a good afternoon.  We'll definitely be returning.