A Walk At The Park

Tequila and I walked at Creve Coeur Park until my feet hurt. Then, we had to keep walking to get back to the minivan. We had lots of company at the park. Moms were out with little ones tucked in strollers. A few of them--the kids, not the moms--looked like they'd rather be running wild, but a lot were napping, which is what moms plan to do later. Bicyclists were out. They're always out. Serious bikers squeezed into skin-tight, official biking suits whizzed past us numerous times. The why-aren't-bike-seats-as big-as-my-butt-bunch lumbered past us once. A lot of people were walking dogs; a few dogs were walking people. Tequila and I encountered one couple walking a large brown shepherd dog. The man yippy barked at Tequila. She wasn't impressed; neither was his girlfriend. I couldn't tell what the shepherd thought. A couple of little yappers challenged Tequila to a fist-fight. We ignored them, not wanting to soil our paws with Shitzu fur. Halfway through our walk, I offered Tequila a drink from the lake. She reminded me that she is a city dog. We skipped the drink. Then I noticed the pair of trees, neatly nibbled and poised to fall across the trail. It is only February; it is only "spring" until winter returns next week. But it seems the beavers are already fed up with the dogs, bicyclists, moms, strollers and random walkers. If it were my front yard, I'd be tired, too.