Lake Union Park…briefly

I constantly try to up my game to keep up with a now, 1 year old Herder, Bubble -Gum – Butt Charley Waffle. I’m finding Seattle parks and surrounding areas have shrunk significantly. They’ve become too familiar to Charley, which in turn makes it more challenging to keep her interest. She is always looking for constant mind and body stimulation. She starts getting super confident, then sassy, and I get a pain in the assy.

So I switched it up. Instead of getting on the E line, we get on the C line. Same bus stop, same looking bus. Just different exits and a different letter of the alphabet.

I only know that the C line goes to South Lake Union, which pulled up on a Google search “dog parks near me.” I thought I’d go ahead and check it out. Plus, Lake Union has the Museum of History and Industry. , or MOHAI. NOW that would be something I’d like to see.

We didn’t last too long there. Maybe 15 minutes.

She was so excited to be there. She was super alert, super excited, didn’t know what to tackle first. And, so many geese!!! And poop! Let’s try to see if it tastes good!

The rules of the park, according to the only sign I was able to find, said no pets in, on, or around the water supply.

Pictures of our 10 Minutes Fun

Well, there’s a little sprinkler park for the kids, and the lake, and this large incased water area for driving remote control boats around. A lot of dried grass with TONS of geese poop. I keep saying that because there is. I didn’t have time to peek inside the museum, but I did notice the sign with the name BEZOS right next to it, in bright blue block letters. I rolled my eyes

Lake Union Park was all right, what we saw. There’s a tons of poop (3 times) and there are dry patches that kick up a mouthful of dirt. That would be my only complaint. Other than that, people were playing horseshoes, bocce ball, walking or biking along the decks. Seattle is getting the tourists right now, so there were a lot of happy faces. The sun wasn’t too hot. It was actually a beautiful day. I enjoyed the 15 minutes. I know Charley did as well. Silly Booger Butt!

Wow!!!! What’s that??

What? Instructions? Uh?

Is there something in my teeth?

I have this poster that lists the rules of life, and at one point I had cut each strip that contained an instruction. I was going to do some collage/art/frame… anything to make it more beautiful. You know, I have those strips in my bottom craft dresser thingy, and I was very proud that I was able to keep all strips together until I could do my “masterpiece”.

She ate that one. Yeah, I snapped a picture because I knew it was toast anyway.

Art project going nowhere

Plus, I was just trying to condense it. I guess I’ll just go out and get a smaller poster/ picture. I’m just trying to figure out which one she swallowed.


She’s back

I read somewhere when there are large gaps between journal entries is actually a time in growth that might be recognized later. I’ve recognized…SHE’s BACK!!!! All healed and all herder!!!!

I never finished this post because what I was going to say is during the time she was recuperating from her surgery I was able to catch up on a few things, go shopping in stores that weren’t as fun as if she were with me. I started catching up on my paper journaling, and actually painted my nails and busted out my bead box and made a necklace or two. I was really getting into reading other people’s thoughts and blogs and was on the tip of slightly figuring out this WordPress stuff. So now when I say she’s back, I really mean SHE’S BACK. I swear, it’s like her body just got juiced up and she’s making up for all the time she had

So that is why there are days and unfinished posts. I am getting called back to duty.

I really like writing about Charley and I feel it’s very therapeutic. That’s one thing I did do a lot of Is. writing. And I see this question asked a lot about why publicly journal and not just write for yourself.

The thing is that I wanted to write anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing on this but I first started just writing furiously and posting it right And left. But then I started getting self conscience and over proof read my writing until I’d reworded it, deleted it, fretted about it. So I’ve just decided that I’m just going to write how I’m thinking in the moment. I don’t know if anyone will get into it or not but hopefully maybe somebody could relate or possibly chuckle after reading about Charley.

There is so much that happened in a day with her that I’ve taken these funny notes doing the finger scroll and I think I may just post them just because. This is fun.

Charley Waffle is fun.

Let’s all have a fun day!!!