Walking the dogs
I walk my dogs every day, rain or shine. It's good for them, and for me. Some days, if I have enough time, I pile them into the car and we drive over to the dog park in the nearby County Park. It's very spacious, five or ten acres I'd say. And, it has a "pool" for the dogs (very shallow, so they can stand up in it) - it's great for the dogs in summer when it's really hot. Except that both my pups hate the water and won't go near it. There's a doggie water fountain (near the ground) for them to get a drink (though humans have to push the pedal to get the water flowing) and various obstacles for the canines to jump over or run through. The dogs really seem to love them.
And then, there's all the other dogs to play with - running and chasing and being chased, that's what they seem to like most. And I get such joy from watching them.
It's all about the dogs. We humans do get to socialize a bit with other dog owners while we're there, and I've made a few nice friends in the process. Even making doggy play dates with a few pet owners.
On one recent visit to the park, I was sitting on one of the benches placed around the park - the bench nearest the entrance - when I saw a gorgeous Golden Retriever go racing past me. It was a dog I hadn't seen before at the park. When I looked over toward the entrance, I saw the Golden's owner. She was also gorgeous, with long blond hair, very tall and slender, and a voluptuous figure, too. She also had the most alluring green eyes and brightest smile. She looked to be in her mid to late thirties - a few years younger than myself.
I couldn't help myself, there was just something about her. So, I got up from the bench and walked over to her.
"Was that your Golden that just went flashing past me?" I asked. "She's beautiful."
"Yes, that's Lizzy. She's only eighteen months old, still a lot of puppy in her. She's still in her chewing phase, so I bring her here to try and wear her out. I've lost too many shoes to her already. I can't wait for her to outgrow it." She said with a sigh and a bit of a chuckle.
I laughed too, having been through the same with my own animals.
"Thankfully, mine are older and well past that stage. Oh, by the way, I'm Joan, and mine are the two over by the fence ... the black and brown one with white paws that looks like a Beagle/Dachshund mix and the one with him that looks sort of like a small Australian Dingo - she's a Corgi mix. Murphy and Kiah," I told her.
"They're both so cute. And my name is Vanessa, so happy to meet you, Joan. If it wasn't for Lizzy, I don't think I'd have any social life at all. This dog park is pretty much the only time I get out anymore," She told me.
"Working from home?" I asked.
"Yeah, the pandemic," she answered.
"I'm not working at all thanks to that nasty virus," I admitted.
Just then, both my dogs disappeared from sight, running to the far corner of the dog park which contained some trees and shrubs; a little thicket that was a spill over from the woods that the dog park was situated next to. The effect was to obscure what my two rascals were getting into.
"I better go see what they're up to back there," I told Vanessa.
"I'll walk with you, I've never been back in that part of the dog run. I just discovered this park a few weeks ago."
When we reached my dogs, Murphy, the part Beagle, was sniffing intensely and running to and fro, meaning he'd gotten the scent of something interesting (to a dog).
"Murphy? What are you up to?" I said, as if he'd answer. Just then, he started his Beagle howl; a very loud braying.
"Oh my, he's so loud," Vanessa said, walking up behind me.
"My neighbor says it's the most obnoxious sound he's ever heard from a dog." I told her.
Vanessa was just bending over to pet Kiah, when her own dog, Lizzy, came racing through the wooded area, happily being chased by a Great Dane. Lizzy made a tight turn on her way through, to avoid running into us humans, however, the Great Dane wasn't so agile. The hundred and twenty-five pound dog slid and ended up clipping Vanessa behind the knees (a fifteen yard penalty in football) which sent Vanessa head long into me, knocking me backward. A tree root caught my foot, and I was upended into a bush. I landed with Vanessa sprawled on top of me, and my arms wrapped around her. Fortunately, neither of us were hurt.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" I heard her say, as she tried slowly to lift herself up off of me. That being made more difficult by me hanging onto her with my arms around her.
Apparently, a branch from the bush we'd fallen into must have snagged the bottom of Vanesa's blouse and caused it to be pulled up almost around her neck, because, as she slowly rose, I was presented with a gorgeous naked breast just a fraction of an inch from my face. It seemed Vanessa had decided to go braless that day.
Inexplicably, some naughty urge overcame me just then. An evil imp, no doubt a deep dark hidden part of my basic character which seemed to compel me to suck her luscious breast into my mouth and suck on it gently until I heard Vanessa gasp.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry ... I don't know what came over ..."
