Thursday, June 24, 2010

Hydrant Flushing

While taking our dog on our morning walk we discovered the city was doing a bit of hydrant flushing. Two things were clarified for me: 1) my son is a madman and 2) my dog is a diva.

The hydrant at the corner of our street was opened on the side, forcing the water straight out and down the hill. While my son really, really wanted to run into that hydrant, all my mind could see was him being lifted off the ground and thrown down the street like nothing more than the water. So, being the mommy that I am, I had to say NO. Instead of turning around and heading up the hill, we continued down and waded in the cool water.

Well, my son and I waded. Hollyberry on the other hand.... Let's just say my dog does not like the water. She walked in it but it was like watching a dog walk on tip-toes. As we turned the corner, my son screamed "Puddle Jumping" and proceeded to splash in every puddle. Hollyberry proceeded to jump OVER or around every puddle.

We continued our normal path which leads us down to the elementary school and what did we find? Another hydrant open. This one was open on the top and gave a huge spray upward. My son's eyes widened and I couldn't resist. For the next 10 minutes, I watched as he ran, jumped, screamed, giggled through the water. I did not join in, not because I didn't think it would be fun, but Diva Dog had plopped herself behind a rock and was not budging. Now, I don't know if it has to do with the water itself or the roar of sound these hydrants made (or maybe it stems from when my son was out in the sprinkler in the front yard, picked up the dog and held her in the water of the sprikler?) but she was in full Shiba Attitude mode.

When it was time to head back, Hollyberry gladly headed up the path away from the hydrant at the school, but once we reached the street and the rushing water of the other hydrant, she planted her feet. The only way I was getting home was if I carried her.

Of course, I didn't take my camera out walking the dog, but it was too fun not to get pictures. With the dog safely back at home, I grabbed the camera and headed back out with my son, who of course did not mind getting a second chance to have fun.