My wife's car got a flat and she left it for me to deal with while she drove to work in my car, the old fashioned Ford that actually has a spare tire in the trunk. This modern weight saving crap of not having a spare wheel makes no sense to me. You need at least a doughnut to get you to a tire shop.
I had Rusty so we stopped at the bark park in Big Pine just because the idea popped into my head.
I think they've done a really nice job of this dog park, with a small dog area on its own side. This one is expansive and shaded and even though the grass is shredded where it continues to grow it is lush and thick.
Apparently they fear a not picking up problem. Check out the signage:
I don't understand people who don't pick up their dog shit. If you can't grasp a dog turd in plastic bag then don't get a dog because your neighbors don't want to step in it.
The worst of it is when you own a dog you end up stepping in far more of it because your dog takes you where others have gone before. I pocket it, take it back to the car and put it in the fuel cap. When I get home i drop it in the trash. If I forget I'll remember when I stop to get gas and open the filler cap and there it is, right next to the gas station trash can. Simple.
It was raining and I was driving my wife's car so instead of my sober black umbrella I was mincing around walking my dog while protected by a polka dot dome.
I notice the assistance offered to wheelchair users, Pretty cool I thought when I saw the strip of asphalt. In the past I hadn't really thought much about it. After my bout of wheel chair riding I tend to notice this stuff more. And appreciate it.
Rusty loved the grass. He isn't too fond of dog parks generally as he gets overwhelmed by too many dogs and even the confused mass of scents they leave behind seems to make him nervous.