Yesterday was the 4th of July.
Sun shining, high temps in the mid 80’s and a light breeze blowing.
By 12, our picnic lunch was devoured.
A fitting way to celebrate the birth of our country.
This was our first family trip to this particular park.
And on top of all that, we could bring our beloved pups – who usually get left at home on days like this.
Admittedly, I haven’t spent much time in dog parks in my 46 years.
And, although they can’t speak for themselves, I’m confident that both our dogs agreed.
And even a little doggy water park.
But before they managed a takeover, it was time to go.
The kids were happy to comply.
Their good attitude might be attributable to good ol’ effective parenting.
Or, possibly, the promise of more 4th of July festivities (and a freezer full of Bomb Pop popsicles) ahead.
The real reason, I’d rather not know.