There are a lot of words that mom can't say out loud around me. She has to spell them out till I learn to spell.
Park is one of them, unless she wants to elicit frenzied activity with whining and howling of course. She generally waits till we are very close to said location before uttering the sacred word.
Such is the plight of an only dog.
Luckily mom understands and does her best to get me doggy interaction as often as possible.
Once a month they have an evening bonfire get together by the lake. Good ole' die hard Alaskans!
Nice view to look at, food and drink, warm fire. Sounds like fun to me. Mom says we can't stay because we have to get home to take care of Grandma. That's OK with me, Grandma is fun too.