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Dog Blogging
Sunday, February 29th, 2004Gorgeous springish day in the D.C. area. That of course called for a trip to the dog park, and the pics below. For context on my dog park and its cast of characters, check here, here, and here (last one has more photos). Enjoy:
Gateway to all that is dog. Cats and mailmen tread beyond at their peril.
The doggie handshake.
My pup, Harper.
Big lab. Slobbery.
Fun with the running and the chasing.
This is Noodles. He’d like you to leave him alone for a moment.
Someone obviously didn’t get the message.
Bad camera work. A frameful of dogs. Almost all dog ass.
After this picture, the ball was thrown. It was chased down, triumphantly retrieved, and returned. The process was then repeated.
Today the dog park Nazis (again, see entries above) actually scolded me for not cleaning up after a dog that wasn’t mine!
Harper’s sleeping now.
Jonah Goldberg is nowhere in sight! Is this some kind of “libertoid” dog park?
Back when I lived in Minneapolis, we had no dog parks. Everyone illegally took their dogs to the Mississippi river bottoms and let them run off leash. Us owners never knew each other by name, only by our dog’s name (i.e. that’s Cassius’ mommy or Daisy’s daddy). It was a complete underground society with lookouts and furtive glances (no secret handshakes…unless you count the dogs “handshake”). It was a great time until the City Park Nazis started enforcing. I’ve heard that the river bottoms is now designated an “official” dog park now.
Sheesh! a Dog Park?
Yuppie thy name is Radley.