Dog Parks
All dogs great and small are let off of their leashes for a few minutes of uninterrupted fetching, barking, leaping, howling good times.
Bob visited his first one yesterday afternoon.
Unfortunately (from my perspective) we were experiencing a winter thaw, so the dog park was more like a mud pit than an actual park.
Fortunately (from Bob's perspective) we were experiencing a winter thaw, so the dog park was more like a mud pit than an acutal park.
About 5 shades of mud brown and 45 minutes later, we decided to call it a day.
The owners of the Golden Retriever planned to take their dog to a doggy do-it-yourself day spa that they had heard about just down the road...it's kind of like a car wash for dogs. You pay a couple of bucks, they provide the soap, towels, water, and blow dryer. You wash your dog and head home clean and fluffy.
We opted for the basement sink. Bob was pretty good about it all. I think it was because he was so pooped from his marathon playdate with the Golden Retriever and the miniature Pinscher named Snoop.
I'm sure we'll return to that happy, happy place off Monticello Road very soon.