FCA Cleveland

Once we got to the park at Mud Island, Roscoe was so excited that he took off running. Sarah had just given me the leash and of course, my only job was to hold Roscoe and keep him from running off. Well, let’s just say I didn’t exactly do my job. In case you’ve forgotten, this is not the first time I’ve failed at my “one job.” Check out that story here.
So, Roscoe ran. And ran. And ran. He ran all the way down the hill to the Mississippi river, down the running trail and then back up the hill. Sarah flanked him to the left and I covered the right side of the park. Which is pretty funny since I was trying to keep a one year-old lab from running past me in a 100 acre park. Right. Good thinking B. That’ll work.
Well when Roscoe saw that we were running after him. He ran faster. However, he was so fast that we couldn’t keep up and so he turned back to “play” with us. He ran straight to us. Faster. Faster. Faster. He looked like he was going to split right between the two of us and then he darted towards Sarah. He was flying at this point. Full speed ahead. Sarah squatted into her linebacker stance. Readied her feet. Cracked her knuckles. Focused her eyes and zeroed in on her target-Roscoe. He leapt. She lunged. Her hand grabbed his leash. He ran faster. Her wet gloves hindered her grip. The leash slipped through as he ran past her. (I of course was documenting this epic battle with my camera…I know, BIG help, huh?)
When we thought all was lost and Roscoe was gone for good, he ran back because he saw Sarah on the ground. He thought it was the perfect opportunity for a good licking to the face of his master-ette. Below are photos of the events that unfolded.
She’s down and he’s frisky.

Chewing the leash.

Eating the snow.

Sarah figured that since she was already down she might as well make a snow angel. What an optimist. When life knocks you in the snow, make a snow angel.

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