Saturday Emily and I took Hershey to my Aunt and Uncle’s. Good times were had, jokes were made, stories shared, but this is not about then.
We played with our cousins, and my nephew; batting around a tennis ball, playing badminton, and even losing a game of ‘baggo’ a trademarked version of cornhole. But this is not about that either.
The purpose of this tale, this rather odd blog post I never thought I’d be writing, is concerning my dog. And a slide.
We took my nephew to the park, to run around and use up some of my, and his, child-like energy. Played on the monkey bars, ran around a jungle gym, and in general had fun. Emily climbed to the top of a small tower by hopping up a series of platforms to reach the pinnacle of a spiral-slide. Coaxing Hershey up there, she had plans to take the dog down with her. Emily does these things all the time; using her power as ‘alpha female’ to coerce the dog into doing things she might not…. well, let’s just say Emily has more fun than the dog.
But not this time.
For some reason, that orange spiral slide was something that Hershey had a strange affinity to. To be perfectly succinct, she went on that thing 6 times before we finally made her stop. I’ve never seen her do anything like it before. Emily went on it once, Ny once, and the dog just kept going. She got to the bottom, turned around, ran up the platforms and slid down again. Six times.
I’m perplexed. I understand the love affair with the rope, her chewy bone, the kong (woobie, for our regular readers), and even ice cubes. They each reinforce an evolutionary drive that she has been given regarding her status as a member of the canine family.
But a slide? Where in all of Darwin’s name does that fit in?
This is a great shot, and that dog is just something else. I think I’ve decided she was worth the drive.