This isn't just any dog park

An interesting fact about our doings yesterday is that the dog park we visited (part of a large park in the eastern suburbs called Marymoor) is 40 acres. It is really fun, with plenty of tall grass where Betty gets to show off what she was bred to do-- root around in the brush to (vainly) flush out birds, and do this graceful run, which is part sprinting, part bounding like a pogo stick. This allows her to take a peek for birds and direction while running through the brush. The park also is bordered by the Sammamish River. This place is a 15 mintue drive, but closer to our house is a still very large dog park that features a half-mile walk to Lake Washington. Nice to have parks that pander so much to dog owners. This is really a dog city-- they are even allowed to ride the bus. It's fun to watch Betty interact with the other dogs, all of whom miraculously get along pretty well. Fortunately, we sternly put a stop to her brief habit of putting her paws up on small children at the dog park, which is a great relief. Though I do wonder about parents who bring their toddlers--I mean, kids who can barely walk--to stumble around unprotected amid a lawless pack of mongrel dogs... Maybe that will be me someday, but I doubt it.

- M