I don’t think I ever blogged about the demise of the park we’ve gone to most days for the past 4 years we’ve lived at this house, did I? Well, when we returned from our Oregon vacation last month, I went to the park and it had been leveled. Bulldozers had plowed down tons and tons of blackberry bushes, trees, foliage…it was shocking. Especially since this was in August during a particularly hot, dry summer…so all of the beautiful green bushes were gone, replaced by dry, yellow…sticks. I was depressed for days.

I spoke with the maintenance man and he told me that they had torn down the foliage for two reasons, 1. there had been a lot of illegal activity going down at night, so this was a way of “getting everything out into the open” (uh huh, good luck with that one, buddy) and 2. so they could turn the park into a FRISBEE GOLF COURSE. NOOOOOOOO.

Luckily around this time, a new actual off-leash dog park opened up! Thank God. So that’s where we go now.

And that’s where Bear Cub met her new boyfriend! He’s a sturdy, rambunctious Chocolate Lab. I forgot his name, unfortunately, so we can just call him Boyfriend. Here is Boyfriend giving Maggie a sniff.

It didn’t take long for Boyfriend to realize that Bear Cub was the bitch for him. Look at Bear Cub here, she’s jumping for joy…

…and getting repeatedly humped. Boyfriend’s owner was horrified by the humping. “Most people would have kicked us out by now!” she told Josh and I a couple of times, but we didn’t mind. I laughed my ass off, actually. And Bear Cub LOVED IT! “She’s furry…she’s his type,” Boyfriend’s owner told us. Go Bear!

I had been to the new dog park a few times with the girls, but last weekend was the first time Josh had gone. He likes it as well. Beats the hell out of the park we’ve been going to for years that isn’t even dog-friendly! I always had to be paranoid about receiving a 200 dollar ticket for having the girls off leash.

It even has some nice walking trails. Please ignore the fact that I’m wearing blue jeans here…I don’t know what came over me. I’m sick. No, literally, cough cough.

We were planning on coming back the next day with our bikes to do a little trail biking, but the weather has not been cooperative.

Not a stitch of make-up on, save for the new lipstain by L’Oreal I’m currently obsessed with. It leaves a nice tint and provides a little lubrication, which most lipstains do not.

Art climbing. I reached my hand up to pose more dramatically, and it went straight into a thick web with a spider still on it. Horrifying!

Post-web-touching. GROSS. I swear, it’s like I attract those things.

I was up at six this morning, so when I received the text message at 7:45 asking me if I wanted to work, I thought why not? 99% of the time I turn down jobs when they ask me the same day (usually I have plans), but today…I was fresh out of excuses/plans, and a little sick besides, so what else would I do? I have tomorrow off (so far), and then Friday I launch into a nice month-long job, YES. The weather outside is dreary, might as well make some money, honey.