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The park we go to was built on a really huge landfill site that was mostly made up of displaced earth from "The Big Dig". That's what we call the project in which Boston's main highway was moved underground in a huge tunnel.
It's beautiful and built on 3 levels with paved walkways around all levels which is wonderful for walking Francis because there are few obstacles for him to bump into. We usually walk on the second level.
They wisely left the hillsides naturalized to encourage wildlife so it now attracts an amazing assortment of birds and hawks (today we saw a peppy little kestrel)
Well, today the temperature was 62 deg. F and Francis and I were lovin' it. He was walking up and down the hillsides smelling every blade of grass and I was listening to the wind and enjoying the magnificent view of the Charles River.
Down the hill in the parking lot some poor people were trying desperately to call their lunatic Lab, "Fenway" to the car with zero success. Fenway wasn't ready to leave and he was trying to get Franny to play. Then those poor folks started to offer bribes to Fenway to get him to come and they started yelling, "Fenny, do ya wanna treat?" which is exactly the phrase I use. Ol' Big Ears Franny heard that and he was off and running down the hill to the sound of their voices with Fenway in hot pursuit. He made it to them in record time and the people were thanking me profusely as I was running down the hill after him. They could not believe that Franny's blind. He got his fave, a little piece of cheese.
This is the second time he's run down the hill thinking of getting a treat. Thank God, except for clumps of tall grass and the occasional vole hole there are no obstacles. Bold and fearless, that's my little guy!
[ February 16, 2006, 04:50 PM: Message edited by: Beverly Anne Cawley ]
It's beautiful and built on 3 levels with paved walkways around all levels which is wonderful for walking Francis because there are few obstacles for him to bump into. We usually walk on the second level.
They wisely left the hillsides naturalized to encourage wildlife so it now attracts an amazing assortment of birds and hawks (today we saw a peppy little kestrel)
Well, today the temperature was 62 deg. F and Francis and I were lovin' it. He was walking up and down the hillsides smelling every blade of grass and I was listening to the wind and enjoying the magnificent view of the Charles River.
Down the hill in the parking lot some poor people were trying desperately to call their lunatic Lab, "Fenway" to the car with zero success. Fenway wasn't ready to leave and he was trying to get Franny to play. Then those poor folks started to offer bribes to Fenway to get him to come and they started yelling, "Fenny, do ya wanna treat?" which is exactly the phrase I use. Ol' Big Ears Franny heard that and he was off and running down the hill to the sound of their voices with Fenway in hot pursuit. He made it to them in record time and the people were thanking me profusely as I was running down the hill after him. They could not believe that Franny's blind. He got his fave, a little piece of cheese.
This is the second time he's run down the hill thinking of getting a treat. Thank God, except for clumps of tall grass and the occasional vole hole there are no obstacles. Bold and fearless, that's my little guy!
[ February 16, 2006, 04:50 PM: Message edited by: Beverly Anne Cawley ]
