The Power of the Dog Park

A few weeks ago, Maya and I took Ginger the pittie to the dog park. There were two revelations in that experience. Maybe 3. The dog park smells like shit. Hot feces and urine from concentrate. In spite of the foliage and park benches and dirt-gravel pathways, the pavilions and ponds, the dog park isContinue reading “The Power of the Dog Park”