Laurelhurst Park… I know that we come here often, but I need to tell you how much I love you. We actually walk for almost 2 hours each time just to get here, and then another 2 hours before we are home. I really, really love coming here.
Worth the walk if you ask me.
Of course it doesn’t hurt that there are pine cones ‘a plenty everywhere.
In fact, I’ve already found a few. These are smaller than the ones in my neighborhood, all the better to fit more into my mouth.
Playing with the cones is great fun of course, but it also buys me a few precious minutes of rest. When I want it. Mama and I seem to never want to rest at the same times during these marathon walkies…
But I’m cuter so I usually win!
I mean, I let her win sometimes, but I don’t want to spoil her…
We all need a tasty beverage every once in awhile. Today I shall consume almost a liter of water during this walkie! From my own cup, of course.
There are also sticks ‘a plenty here at Laurelhurst Park. Mama says it’s all the better to distract me from the no-leash area where I’m not allowed to go (apparently I don’t come back when I’m called if I’m off lead… oh well, we can’t be perfect)…
Sticks and Cones and Springtime = THIS TONGUE
The pond is still green with an algae bloom, and today seemed to be a day for duck-love. We watched several duck boys fighting it out for the best duck girlies, and also several who seem to have already found their partners…
On the way home, we spotted yet another “only in Portland” things. This one in a tree on a street near the park.
Aw… what a cool sign! And those plastic carrots are filled with dog bones!!!
Thank you “the cats”!!! That really hit the spot.
And the big bowl of water wasn’t too shabby either.
This was a very cool cat… up on a raised, ivy-covered area near this house… about 4 feet up. He came over, purring, wanting mama to give him a head scratch and I got so excited that I leaped up the 4 foot wall to say hello. Apparently this is the first time this has ever happened to him because he acted quite shocked – running away rather quickly. No worries my black furry friend, I really do love kitties and I promise that I suffered a bit when it came time to jump down (that ivy is pesky).
Mama – from across the street. Apparently she was just testing out the zoom on her camera. Seems to work!
Spunky Monkey – we almost stopped, just based on the name alone, but by this time we were tired and just wanted to get home. Another time, perhaps.
I am sure that this sentiment – scrawled onto an electrical box outside of a high school – means something. Something different to everyone who reads it. Something different to everyone who needs it. I know that I needed a little Woop Woop to get through the last 30 minutes of my walkie today, so thanks teenage vandal!
One last cool shot before we get home and crash – from the Broadway Bridge…