After two weeks of swimming and trotting around free every day turned sofa loafer, I could tell Finnegan needed a good romp. So, I loaded him and Quinn in the van, and we headed off to the dog park.
There were a handful of others when I got there. There are always casual conversations with other humans while our pups splash in the water or sniff darriere’s, and we usually do one lap of the broader path through this acre or so of land.
It’s not the nicest park by any means. It’s sandwiched between a movie theatre, a major highway, and a big box jungle. The stream of water probably isn’t the healthiest, and when there is too much rain, the park is quite a nasty mess. There are benches and a decent amount of trees, but it could certainly use funds to create shelter from the elements, and some infill to repair the many ruts. I worry the doggos will catch a paw in them.
Still, it’s the best dog park in the city, not to mention the biggest. It allows the humans and dogs alike a chance to get some exercise and enjoy some fresh air. Although the surroundings remind you that you are in the middle of a large city, at least
the vastness of the space gives some sense of being in nature.
Near the end, I took a few moments to sit on a bench while the pups played. Then, all of a sudden a large pack of canines and their owners came barrelling around the corner, providing my buddies plenty of curious stimulation.
There was one dog, Gus Gus, who liked to jump up on the bench and stand on my lap for pets and kisses. This place is great therapy for all.
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