The Fart

We went back to the Wetlands that Smell Like a Fart this morning. Mom was going to take me to one of the hilly, fun trails where I can go off leash if we get there before the park opens, but I woke her up in the middle of the night because I needed to bark at the wind and she couldn’t fall back asleep. She says it’s all my fault. I disagree… I fell right back asleep, so I blame her being crappy at sleeping. So at the boring old Wetlands that Smell Like a Fart she took me on the frontage trail, right next to the main trail. We sometimes run on the frontage trail on the way back to the car, but never, ever on the way out. It was like a brand new trail, so of course I had to sprint. It was still early enough that the trail was nearly deserted, which meant that the water birds were hanging out all over the frontage trail… or until I ran through them that is! I ran through flocks of geese, and seagulls, and turtle doves, and even little gnats… I came in like a bowling ball, and scared them all away!