Newlands Park
Easter Sunday was a so good. The sun was out and more blue skys. I like the sun and blue skys. I don’t get wet and I don’t have to wear nasty equifleece. Sky has been blue for ages and ages. Even home park is dry!
Dad put harness on me Mum took the leash. Normally we go up the hill to home park, dad insists it’s called Queens Park but what does he know, Ziggy calls it home park so does Pebbles, Rosie and Bernhard so its home park, what do peoplsees know. Today mum took me off downhill to where the vampire dogs live. I could smell them, they smell horrible, but vampire dogs don’t come out in daylight, they know better.
Mum and dad were talking about corona virusees when mum let me off leash. Is this a test mum? You never let me off leash on a road. Mmmm very strange. Off we went. We were going in the direction of river run. I like river run short trot and we get to play ball. Very odd. Mum and dad walked straight past it. We walked under a bridge into a place I have never been before.
It was very quiet, no cars, when people came towards me they never petted me, they walked on to the street to avoid me. The peoplsees of Newlands obviously don’t like Poppys.
We got to the park and it was nice and quiet. I had a sniff around and noticed the teashop was closed, it was very busy when I was here as a pup. We turned to go towards the hill, the paths are narrow at this bit of the park. Some peoplsees were coming towards us, dad made us go up a side path to keep out of there way. Dad is being odd, they didn’t look dangerous to me, I could have easily protected mum and dad. Finally the hill and open grass! Ball! Ball! Ball! I yelped with glee.
The hill is a good part of the park to play ball. No nasty dogs that might steel it. Up the hill, over to the trees, up and down the hill again. I like it when we play defender. Mum and dad try to pass the ball by me and I have got to stop them. Dad tries to kick it one way, in a flash I have it covered, he switches foot, covered. Back heal covered. Eventually he manages to get the ball past me, It can be dangerous because I’m so good at it. I sometimes get hit and it’s sore when the ball is smashed off my nose.
It was warm and I needed a rest to cool down, daffodils under the shade of a tree bliss.
After a rest the rest of the park was to be explored. We came down the hill and it opened up to crisscrossing paths, bushes and even a small pond. More space to play ball. We wondered round and found some tennis courts, the gates were open as soon as I got close all I could here was “No Poppy”, dad is a spoil sport, I could have easily got the ball from the tennis peoplsees.
We left the park to go home. The streets were empty and I got to play ball on the road! Normally I’m on a short tether. Strange days indeed. I like playing ball on the road, but sometimes the kerbs can trick me.
We plodded home and came back to our street. Again I get to walk all by myself, I’m liking this. Just as we were coming up to our house one of the neighbours had strange things in there front garden, what is a dragon egg dad?
Back home and time for a spot of sun bathing before dinner. Mmmmmm I can smell roast lamb YUM!
