Tag: dog park

I’m one of you now!

I HATE fish.  I hate looking at them, eating them, smelling them, talking about them, thinking about them.  I spent sixty-minutes each day for a week hiding in the bathroom at Camp Echo because my counselor wouldn’t let me switch out of the fishing class I had signed up for – I tried to make Read more…

Taking my fish to the park

Every time I go past a dog park, I get jealous.  I don’t want a dog – smelly, pricey, needy, shed-dy.  But look at all those dog-owners, they look so fun!  Standing in their circle, in hats with dangling ear flaps and matching scarves, rosey cheeks kissed by the biting fresh air, laughing teeth and Read more…