sitting in Cousins Park

I usually give my dogs a treat in Cousin’s Park This is where my grandchildren once played. It has a fort, two slides, a swingset, and other kid stuff. The grandchildren have outgrown it. I should rename this Dog Park. But we have a metal sign that says Cousin’s Park. I don’t want to take that away from the grandchildren. Sometimes they come up here and goof around. Pretending they are little again. Today I popped the lid off the treat tub. My puppy pushed his head inside, so I could not see. Dragged things of mine out of it. My older dog waited. He is more polite. They both know there are treats in here. I am glad the raccoons have not found them yet. I know they would have no trouble whipping off this plastic lid. I give each dog a treat and settle down to write. I write ten poem a day up here.