Not pretty friends. Seriously. I feel very fortunate that my parents usually take me to the dog park on the weekends cuz let me tell you, the peeps you will met at the dog park mid-day, mid-week, are crazy.
My mom was in one of her moods yesterday. Normally we hang out at home… it’s the usual routine: terrorize Beethoven, sleep, terrorize Beethoven, sleep, terrorize Beethoven, sleep. Well, you get the drift.
Today mom wanted to do “something different”. I have to go with the flow… you know to keep the peace. But JEEZ…
Here is who we met today at the dog park:
#1. Crazy lady who was getting high off the smell of the doggie poopie bags. She said they smell like beautiful cologne (the reality is they smell like diapers)
#2. Crazy lady #2 who ran around like a madwoman trying to get the 3 (yes, that is correct, 3 dogs total at the dogpark at noon) of us to run with her in 85 degree heat around the big dog park. Dude, I’m way too cool for that. I found my friend (crazy lady #1) who let me kiss her non stop on the bench. Yeah, baby. That’s all I need… kisses, baby,
#3. Crazy lady #3 who kept trying to get her UGLY dog - named NIKE of all things – to do anything other than poop beside the bench where us cool cats were chillin’. Unbelievable. Can you please control your dog?!?!
Lesson learned today: stay away from the dog park during the week at noon.
