Another American Adventure: Misty Pines Dog Park

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Misty Pines Dog Park

I had actually seen the turn off for this park one day when I was lost. I thought it was only a kennel. But it was the girl who cut my hair (and put the purple streak in it) who convinced me that it was worth going to.

It's really like an amusement park for dogs. With trails, a swimming pond, and an obstacle course playground. Jubilee wasn't much interested in the obstacle course, but she enjoyed the walk and swim.

6 comments:

BarbaraAugust 21, 2010 at 2:14 PM
Sounds like a great place for Jubilee! Now about that purple streak in your hair ...?
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beth cioffolettiAugust 21, 2010 at 4:53 PM
When John first saw it he thought it was blood. It really is subtle. Next time I will be more bold and tell her to pour it on a heavier. I like it!
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AnonymousAugust 21, 2010 at 6:42 PM
Beth,

I loved see Jubee at the dog park.. Also looked at the inside weeds. Also loved the story about the red-neck angels. Sounds like you had a pretty good weekend!

Sandy
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Sally ClayAugust 22, 2010 at 7:03 AM
Wow, I love the purple streak idea -- wish I could see it. Ii used to tell Dianne that she could avoid being identified as a former nun by dying her hair pink and wearing dirty bluejeans.
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marcAugust 22, 2010 at 11:11 AM
dog in green water
spirals on the surface
with yellow ball
master of his domain
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beth cioffolettiAugust 22, 2010 at 3:48 PM
Sandy, at least you figured out how to comments!

Wish I could show you the purple streak, Sally, but it's fading fast! Need to get a more prominent streak next time.

Nice hiaku, Marc - she is definitely master of her domain when she gets to it.
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