Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Playground


Me and Rags hang out at the benches both watching all the other dogs play. I get extra big friendly with the other dog owners so that maybe their dogs will play with Rags or maybe they'll make their dogs play with Rags. Which I don't think works with dogs. (It also doesn't work with kids but nobody really wants to cop to that.)

Eventually Rags barks at the gate and we leave and I remind myself repeatedly it's not my childhood, it's just a dog park.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dogs are a lot like kids. Some of them just jump into the fray tales wagging and others hang back for a bit. Then you'll find the odd one who hides in the bushes for the entire recess (but we're not going there).

c.o. moed said...

which little yorkshire Kelly did...

Angelina Rao said...

my doggie samson is like the mayor of the dog park. He know more people there then I do. In fact a women said to me" what's your dog's name" I said samson" then she went on "ohh this is Samson! I hear about samson all the time!"
Samson's favorite game at the park is king of the mountain..