dog park chastity

Yesterday marked our triumphant, soggy return to the dog park. We were not alone in thinking it was a good day to come back; the sun was out and tennis balls were flying into the river, leaping dogs following close behind. You can judge the crowd intensity by the number of cars parked along the frontage road; it rises and falls like the EQ bar on a stereo. On a really busy day the line of cars spikes, taking up all the parking meters and extending all the way to the turnaround. Yesterday's crowd signal strength was about 75%.

We've been on hiatus since the 35W bridge collapsed on August 1. That's two and a half difficult months of dog park abstinence.

POSTSCRIPT: Be advised, dear reader and dogparker: After hiking around by the river and filling your pantcuffs with, oh, 2-3 pounds of beach sand, it's not a good idea to crawl back into bed for a nap. Best to take off the pants first. Word to the wise.