Dog Park

Esther and I took Watson to the dog park on our last day of dog sitting. Andy and Van were at Kincaid riding the single track trails.
We used to go to this dog park a lot because it is across the street from the house Andy lived in when we were dating, but since Alamo has gotten older and meaner and less friendly with other dogs, we haven't been in a while.


I couldn't narrow down the pictures. They were all so good.

Esther is shooting moose with her shooting stick.

 "It's so beautiful!" she says.

She sang a lot and made pretend meals out of leaves and grass. She liked to pretend that she was the mama and I was the sister.

Then we found the water.

And the mud.