Today’s visit was to the off-leash area on the corner of Oak and 37th. This is not really our neighborhood at all, and would take 38 minutes to walk to, allegedly. It only takes 6 minutes or so to drive though, so I tossed the beasts in the van and off we went.
On the way we made a pit stop at the park at 37th and Columbia, but it was not really a hit with the dogs. I have nicknamed it “Monkey Tree park.”
It’s a great big open field in Queen Elizabeth Park, but that’s really all it is … a big open field on a crest. The pooches said it was boring, and while the foliage was lovely:
It did not otherwise provide very many photo ops. And Tweed, who considers himself my artistic muse, looked downright blah.
So we moved onto the next park.
The park on Oak and 37th has the usual “off leash rules” sign planted and the edge of it and someone has used a Sharpie to write “Doggie Death Park” across the sign. If you had the sort of dog who, say, didn’t come when you called him, or chased squirrels with reckless abandon, or who thought The Food Lady’s Road Rules were “stupid” and your dog’s name was Mr. Woo … then this park could be quite dangerous. The only thing that separates it from Oak Street at rush hour (ie always) is some half assed shrubbery and trees. We stuck to the East, as far from traffic as possible, but I’m not convinced we’ll be spending a ton of time at this park.
The other mystery of the park is why it’s not been mowed. The grass is at least waist high. This makes poop scooping a kind of fecal safari, or what we have come to call “Mission Impossible.” We’ve only been to the park twice and I have lost two poops and a rubber Chuck-It (tm) ball already. It’s clear this park will be a land mine of poopies in the dark winter ahead, so I think it will be off limits until Spring.
Anyway, having already lost a Chuck It (tm) ball to the jungles of Oak and 37th, today we were forced to play Fifa (tm), it being the only toy we can’t really lose in tall grass.
Mr Woo wasn’t super happy about having to share his precious Fifa (tm) with his siblings, but it sure kicked his competitive gear up a notch or two, and he finally got some exercise. Which is good, because he is starting to resemble an orange Fifa (tm)!
Never kick Fifa (tm) toward Tweed.
Never expect Tweed to chase Fifa (tm).
“Oh hai! No kicking stupid ball at me. Kthnxbai!”
Tweed will go get it if Mr. Woo has abandoned on it in search of something vile to roll in. That’s his version of playing-with-Fifa (tm). I think he secretly likes it, myself.
Piper, OTOH, wants it all the time. She will steal it from the other dogs if she has to, or intimidate them into dropping it. She Doesn’t Play Well With Others which is why we usually all each have our own toy.
It’s full of little hidden treasures:
It has some great photo ops:
But for the winter, it’s just too overgrown, too dark (no lights!) and too close to a busy thoroughfare. I think if we played there regularly, I’d be one less dog over the strata limit in this building in no time! And with my luck, I’d step on every stray and lost poop in the whole park.
In our next entry, we will explore what is possibly the city’s most pathetic dog “park,” the one that is a scant 16 minute walk from my house and which, oddly, causes Woo to dig holes furiously.