The river is wide...

... I can't cross o'er. Nor do I have light wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row, my Person and I.

Or so the song goes. But maybe I should just leave my Person on this side of the river. She made me walk, as part of one of her patently dubious Fun Ideas, for miles and miles, only to end up across the river from my favorite spot, the dog park.

This particular dog park is a wonder for dogs. It has miles of pristine beaches (okay, I am lying about the pristine part), woods to chase in, an alleged coyote to chase in those very woods, hills and swampy areas, many other dogs to bark at, squirrels, and if you were ever so sneaky and knew the way, it opens into a state park and from there you could head down the Mississippi and if you had your handy raft, you could commence the Huck Finn phase of your life. All in all it is a place where a little red dog can have some real Fun.

So here I am, on the wrong side of the river, listening to happy barks drifting across the water. Next time I'm in charge of the outing!