Rain, rain, go away...

...Savannah wants to go out and play.  (A rainy day always reminds me of that old song.)

As much as Savannah likes the rain, she didn't fool around outside this morning. There was no jumping in puddles and sliding into the tall grass to capture a bluebonnet when I walked her this morning.  Savannah did find a pecan in the grass and she bit through the shell, leaving most of the pieces for the birds and squirrels to find. But then she did everything she had to do and we were back up on the porch before I was soaking sopping wet. I thanked Savannah many times for such a surprising rainy-day walk.

No dog park this weekend, with all the rain we're supposed to have today. The last time we were at the park, a Pit Bull named Buddy was there with his macho owner, both of whom we haven't met but we've heard all the horrible Buddy-stories about that dog's fights with other dogs. So when we see that dark brown/white-faced Pit Bull in the park, we just don't go into the big-dog area. Instead, we took Savannah into the little-dog park, which is much smaller, with less trees, a smaller gazebo, and a smaller swimming pool. Savannah doesn't seem to mind. Actually, I think she likes that smaller dog-biscuit-shaped pool because she can literally walk right across it without having to swim since it's so shallow.

As we played with Savannah in the little-dog park, other dogs and their owners arrived and went into the big-dog park. I heard Buddy's owner telling the people "He's a friendly dog, don't worry," and I had to remind myself of the stories told to us by dog owners who had to rush their dogs to the vet after being attacked by 'friendly' Buddy.  So we just stayed in the little-dog park and Savannah didn't seem to mind, and hardly even looked across the fence at the other dogs playing in the larger pool.

Savannah has been showing a lot of affection lately... she never lets my husband sit in the TV room without walking up to him and resting her head on his feet or his lap, and she will bring him her toys when he tosses them across the room. When we're at the park, Savannah doesn't get the gist of "Fetch!" but I think that's because there are too many distractions there. At home, however, when you throw one of her toys, she will bring it back to us and wait there till it's tossed again. And again. We get tired of the game before Savannah does.

With the summer coming along faster than expected, we've been making inquiries about pet-sitters for Savannah. I thought we could have friend Cindy take care of Savannah when we travel, but I don't think that's going to work out very well. With Savannah being still very much a puppy, I don't think we can trust her to be in the house for hours on end without having anyone here with her.  Cindy has a job and her own responsibilities, and taking care of our cats is quick and easy, but taking care of Savannah is a job in itself. So we thought finding a pet-sitter who can either stay here with Savannah or take Savannah to her house would be better for everyone.

One of our neighbors recommended Amy... an enthusiastic pet-lover beyond measure, we're told, and we're hoping that she and Savannah will 'click.'  Within the next few days, we'll have Amy here and we'll see if Savannah will give her paw of approval.