Walk to the Dog Park

Daisy and I went for a long walk tonight, along the river trail and ended up at the Adelaide Dog Park. It was a perfect night since it was cooler and not humid at all. There's so much to see on the bike\walking path; boys fishing, girls roller blading, old men on bikes, young men on bikes, families walking, mothers with baby carriages. Most people pass and say Hello, or at least smile.

When we got to the dog park Daisy took off like a bat out of hell. She never does that! I am always proud of how she listens and doesn't go far from me. Well we have not been to this particular park for quite some time and she remembered! The thing she remembered was the huge lake-size pool of watery MUD that is at the far end. She could not get to that mud fast enough. I don't know if you have ever seen a dripping wet, muddy golden doodle, but it is not a pretty sight. Or I suppose you might think it was very funny if you weren't her owner! There seems to be different social rules at the dog park than those on the walking trail. People don't talk to people much.. it is all about the dogs. There will be a group of people standing around, not saying a word to each other, all just looking at the dogs .... standing guard in case there should be a 'humping' incident.

Then there is always one guy who brings a ball for his dog. He brings it there to throw for HIS dog even though there are 30 other dogs ready to steal that ball. You stand there and hope that your dog is not going to be the one snag it so you have to do the whole 'drop it' thing and pass the slobbery ball back to its owner. I often wonder .... when dogs and humans are all there together behind the fence.... if the dogs are thinking that we all look stupid and boring just standing there watching them. I believe if they served alcohol in dog parks the owners would loosen up and have a lot more fun. It's a thought.