We had good intentions of taking Buster to the Piedmont Park Dog Park today. We got him all excited and worked up about a car trip and seeing other dogs. We grabbed some lunch at Whole Foods and then headed down to the Park.
We drove around looking for a spot to park. We passed people with one, two, three dogs and more. Buster was beside himself with apprehension. Too bad we couldn’t find parking. It was a mess down there. We didn’t find a spot and left without visiting the dog park. We took him to PetSmart instead.
Seeing him stare longingly out the car window as we drove further from the park reminded me of an old Jack Handy Deep Thought: “One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. “Oh no,” I said, “Disneyland burned down.” He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.”
I don’t think Buster like being tricked. Next Sunday, we have even better intentions of taking him the the dog park. The real dog park.