I ran away from her a few minutes into the walk, and hurtled into the kid's park bit. She did a couple of laps around, screeching her head off, with me laughing fit to burst before I thought to flip out the camera. Then, of course, she figured it out.
For the first time, she got to see/play on something new: moving surfaces. There are literally none other than at this park (close to a friend's house) near me, but she didn't seem at all fazed by it.
In fact, I'd go as far as to say she enjoyed herself. She loves to chase.
She did not enjoy me running away and hiding up on top of the slide, though. Or being forced to try and scale the slide for my enjoyment.
I think that this game was more fun, though I nearly dropped the camera. Not a great plan, in hindsight.
And L--she who flirts with other dogs and screeches when they move toward her--played with a dog. A big dog. I think she was in love; she got very wiggly, play-bowing constantly, barking to invite play, etc. He was tolerant of her silliness, thankfully!
Oh yeah, and one last thing. The last time I called Lola, I may have run away from her (which I do, sometimes, to increase her drive to get-back-quick!). I then may have slipped, and may have slid down a muddy bank on my backside. I may have then had to walk home hoping my coat would keep the muddiness hidden. Of course, this may not have happened at all. I wish.
My not-entirely, not-quite, no-longer-Sunday Summary will be up... eventually. Damned procrastination.