Today being a nice cool spring morning, I took the dogs down to Sellwood Riverfront Park that is located along the Willamette River. The park is about two and a half miles from my house and has an off-leash area.

I am so proud of Henry. That dog runs non-stop, but I am going to break him. I chuck a tennis ball about 100 feet with the chucking thingy that I call a chucker. He retrieves the tennis ball and demands that I throw it once again. This process repeats until he starts waddling back to me with tongue dragging across the turf.

Henry did not paying attention to the ball at one point. The chucker had no ball because it was resting about 100 feet away. What does Henry expect from an empty chucker? Anything that is in my hand is fair game, which in this case is the chucker. Luckily it was not a camera like mentioned in the “Going to the Eastside” post in March.

Owen, on the other hand, was not interested in playing fetch. He is getting older, so he made use of his time socializing with other mellow dogs roaming free in the park. I can see the age kick in since this is the same dog that ran around the 13-mile perimeter of Timothy Lake one summer, darting ahead and back.

Going to the dog park did leave me feeling guilt-less. Watching the bicyclists ride by on the Springwater Corridor at the east boundary of the park made me feel guilty. I know I should be on a bicycle, especially with the Reach the Beach ride coming up in one week. The trade off is that I do not feel selfish, but instead I am spending time with my two boys at the park.

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