Bark Park

Last summer my mom took me to a place called a dog park. When she told me where we were going, I got happy cuz I thought the word "dog park" meant that all the other dogs had to go "park" somewhere while me and mom walked around and played. Well I was WAY OFF on that one! It is actually a place where a bunch of dogs can run around loose and do practically whatever they want! (I still like it there, but it would have been better the OTHER way.)

The first time I went there, I was visiting with some other small dogs when a tiny little hairy pushed in face thing came running and knocked me down! I rolled over a couple times and it tried to bite my belly, but my mom quick scooped me up! How rude!

There are a couple of what I think are called "Basket Hounds" that I kinda like. They are close to the ground and long like me with big floppy ears and droopy eyes. (Don't know why their name name is Basket Hound, maybe their birthday is on Easter or something.)

One dog that ALWAYS tries to be my friend is a puppy that is a Doberman Pinscher. He is overly enthusiastic and clumsy. Mom says it is cuz he isn't grown up yet. He has HUGE feet, but THANK GOD....NO PINCHERS!!

Later!

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