Duck, duck . . . Goose, goose . . .

Way back when, when the weather was warm (last Sunday) my human following and I went on a bike ride to the park near our house. This is a great park with lots of walking paths, a playground (with tan bark which I wanna eat all the time but my human gets really peeved at me when I try), and a pond. In and on the pond are many many many ducks of an amazing variety.

I said "duck." and heard a "quack" in return. Then I got bolder - "DUCK" I yelled as mightily as my pug lungs would let me. A whole row of "ducklings" swam up to me singing "Cheep, cheep, cheep." I got so excited because all of these lil guys wanted to play with me. So I started strutting back and forth yelling "DUCK - DUCK - DUCK!!!!"

All of a sudden I heard this loud "HONK!" and I turned around and there was this massive mommy GOOSE. And she was wildly flapping her wings and running toward me! I mean RIGHT AT ME! She gathered in all the lil'uns, "Honk! Honk! Honk!"

How was I to know my new friends were goslings and not ducklings.

Thank goodness for the chain link fence separating us.
I apologized and left with a quiet "Goose."

From over my shoulder I heard "QUACK!"



It was nonetheless a lovely day at the park and it ended just wonderfully with a trip to the yogurt store.