decisions... decisions

Today when I was at the park, I was trying to decide what to do. Go play with the goofy lab? Wrestle with some boxers? Play tag with the huskies... or maybe pee on someone's leg.

The huskies are really fun because they run in packs and when you tag one of them, the other ones sneak up behind you and ambushes ya. I have a couple favorite husky buddies at the park and we always have fun. I'm usually soaked with Husky slobber because they always grab me by my neck. But that's ok, I either get their legs or neck as well. When I finally get one of them to chase me, I run like a turbo charged hound jacked up on Mountain dew! People watch me run and they always yell "I didn't know a basset could run that fast". What a bunch of smucks! Of course hounds can run fast. We just choose not to most of the time.

About half the time I "choose" not to run around too fast. I prefer to sit beside my human and wait until a speeding dog runs beside me and then I'll leap out and surprise the crap out him to get him to slow down. This is a 15 mph zone ya know! Or if a big dog is playing too ruff with a little dog, then I'll go over and politely bark and tackle the bigger dog. Someone's gotta stick up for the little guy around here. I like been the dog park ref.

So you see, I have a difficult life. You humans don't know how easy you have it. So many decisions to make all the time. decisions... decisions....