Jackdoodle and I attended the Paw Pad romp in the forest preserves this morning; we had a wonderful time. Jack is the only honorary Paw Pad labradoodle in existence. (I have no photos, as I forgot my camera. I had all I could do to remember Jack and all his assorted paraphernalia, including but not limited to many bottles of water, many tennis balls, his boots, poop bags, etc.)
It was great to see Leslie & Halas again, and Penny with Comiskey and of course little Beemer! Beemer looks wonderful, and to see him running around the park, you would never know he ever had surgery!
Penny had the most thoughtful surprise for Jack and me; a handmade, personalized photo album, which I must show off:
Is there no end to this woman's talents? She made one for Leslie & Halas, too. Of course, what with two young active doodles, one of whom just had hip replacement surgery in both hips, I'm sure she has a lot of time on her hands. Penny, thank you so much!
Speaking of Halas, a word about his name. (See, I told you this was random ramblings.) I know for a fact that many people are unfamiliar with the name "Halas" (rhymes with Dallas) and often think that he is of Middle Eastern descent, and/or a girl. So I have decided to take this opportunity to explain. George S. Halas was the legendary founder, coach, and owner of the Chicago Bears football franchise, and he is a hero here in Chi-town. I hope this clears that up for those of you who were wondering.
We've been getting a lot of rain here this past week, and it was very muddy at the park, especially around the swimming area. Realllly muddy. I wish I'd had my camera, because I would have been all set for the next "Dirty Doodles" slideshow. Halas didn't want to swim very much (smart doodle!), but surprisingly, Jackdoodle was very enthusiastic about playing fetch in the water. He ended up covered in mud and really reeking. Several times, his ball went out far enough that he would have had to actually swim to get it, but a very nice strange dog retrieved it for him each time, brought it up on the bank, and went back into the water. Very cute!
After we left the swimming area, I put Jack's boots on, and we played ball. When it was time to leave, I forgot to take his boots off and he just rode home in them. He was wiped out and slept the whole way. We got into the house, I removed his boots, and low and behold, there were the wettest, muddiest paws in doodledom. Walking across my family room carpet and hopping right up onto the sofa.
In his last life, Jackdoodle must have been a devoted follower of Gandhi. What occurred when I attempted to get him into the mudroom (and I assure you, no space was ever more aptly named) to clean his feet was the most impressive display of passive resistance I have ever seen. No amount of pushing, shoving, pulling, cajoling, begging, crying, or cursing moved him. In the end, the cavalry (my DD & GS) forced him as far as the kitchen floor, where he proceeded to lie down with all four paws tucked underneath him.
Several hours and 2 cups of Haagen Dazs later, we are once again on speaking terms.
It was all worth it. We had a wonderful time, and my carpet & upholstery needed cleaning anyway. Hopefully, one of the real Paw Pad alumni's parents will post photos.
And how was your day?