(The events of this blog post took place March 20, 2017.)
On a Monday a few weeks back, I took Astrid to a vet appointment to get an “all clear” on the puppy cold she had been battling, and finally get her last round of shots. All went well, so I immediately took her to the local pet store to shop for a new toy (now that she could be around other dogs) and then home.
The second Shannon got home, I told her to change her clothes so we could take Astrid to the local dog part. (We have a really nice one on the inlet here; check it out: verobeachdogpark.org)
Shannon immediately panicked, worried about her four month old furbaby interacting with other dogs. After endless assurances that I would protect her poor, precious snowflake of a shih tzu, she acquiesced and we hit the road.
And the adventure began.
Astrid IMMEDIATELY took to the park, and started interacting with all the other small dogs. (NOTE: the park is split into a fenced in area for smaller dogs and another fenced in area for large dogs.) The other dogs took to her pretty well, many sensing that she was a puppy. Here’s my favorite photo of the day:
The dog on the left in that photo? That’s now one of Astrid’s BFFs: a four month old puppy named Teddy. The wound up hanging out and playing a lot that day.
Astrid’s other distraction, however, was in the form of EVERY human in the park realizing that she was a four month old (baby!) fluffball. Everyone said hi to her, and the nice older ladies there all picked her up for a snuggle.
Our puppy knows how to play a crowd.
Since then, we’ve been back to the dog park a few times and – based on how much she enjoys it – we’ll be going a whole lot more.