Da Bronx Bombers
At the crack of dawn they descended upon us. It was time for the official A+M+M+J visit to Central Park, and I was deemed worthy of playing guide.
We met them on the corner of CPW and 97th, and I was so excited. I haven't been off leash terribly much because of my "lady time" but mom said that I was far enough along that I wouldn't be too much of a temptation.
I certainly tried, though, and flirted and danced and preened in front of both Momo and Jozsi -- but nada. 
These boys were impenetrable. They didn't even flinch at my feminine whiles. All they cared about were the pigeons and other "junk birds" as Mr. Andrew calls them.
I decided to put it all on hold (until later) and show them my favorite haunts. 
We went to the Pool first -- where disaster struck.
My Queeker Man went out to sea.
I tried to play lifeguard but I couldn't see the lil' guy once I got into the water. And Glenn, I mean DAD, didn't even jump in to help! Perhaps I let this fella sign-on too early, if you know what I mean?!?!!?!!??!!
I eventually gave up all hope and left the Queeker Man as a sacrifice to the Park Gods. Karma works that way... lose a Queeker Man one day and you might gain one the next.
Anyway I digress. 
I also got to meet Ms. Meg - she was so much fun.
Snapping away photo after photo.
Too bad she didn't realize the camera was set on the wrong shutter speed!
Rut Row!
I will just need to invite them to come back! 
I wuffed the visit from A+M+M+J. It really made my morning!
editor's note: no puppies were created in the process of making this entry
6 comments:
So sorry about your Queeker man loss! Very sad, indeed! We would gladly swim out to sea and fetch it for you!
Cedar and Kyler of Forest King Vizslas! (mommy too)
I'm so jealous you all get to play together.
Briztow come to my place and I can teach you to swim in the river.
Jozie! eeekkk! down boy.
oh my goodness we have gone quite weak at the knees. Da Bomber boys. That first pic. A bit like the cavalry arriving (redgirls read a lot of romantic fiction) Loved the feminine wiles btw - masterclass stuff. Lowered eyelashes - oh silly me - there goes my queeker -help! boys!(oh Mz Brisztow this is a secret but when boys ignore US oh dear we like them even more) Well anyway we are trying not to feel jealous. (our mum laughed a lot at this post)
Oh Brisztow. As someone who lost TWO (yes TWO!) of my very favourite balls in the sea last weekend I can feel your loss. Perhaps your Queeker man and my Waboba ball and hairless tennis ball (the best kind) will meet up in ball heaven.
Redgirls: sadly what poor Brizstow didn't realize was that a) Momo doesn't care to swim, and b) the devil-ball doesn't have feathers, so Jozsi really couldn't care unless his brother has it in his mouth. So, HRH had to wait till she got home and had everyone's absolute attention... (and was then sent to her penalty box for flirting). We had lots of fun.
A+M+M+J
My dear Brizstow,
I will save Queeker Man for you.
Just a minute, let me get my life vest on. Dad, is it snapped tight? Are you sure?
Wait, my goggles are foggy. You don't have a tissue, do you? I forgot to bring tissues.
Never mind. I'll be able to see QM because he's orange and the water is, what?, gray-ish. Gray/green-ish. Opaque, really--I can't see the bottom. Not even a little bit. How deep do you suppose the pond is? Over my head?
I'll just experiment with one paw. No, I definitely can't feel the bottom. Not with the other paw, either.
Oh my goodness, I just remembered I left a Bunsen burner on in the lab.
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