JOHN'S MYSTERY POST Vol. 1 #3

Tales from the DP - Welcome all.
As I traverse through the double security portal, my gaze is immediately drawn to a comely young woman who's eye's can not hide the pride and love she has for her flaxen coated friend. Her perfect skin literally glows whenever she set her gaze upon him. The place is a buzz with canines of all stripes and there diverse human family members. There is the ignoble black bitch from the Iberian Peninsular who without apology shakes her white froth on anyone unfortunately within range.
Soon a large SUV pulls into its officially unofficial reserved stall under the el tracks.
As the drivers door opens a figure exits and a hush comes over the bi-peds within the park - heads turn to follow his slow assured gate as he makes his way to the entrance. He is the parks lothario, his very presence sets hearts and tails a flutter - it is non other than ....................to be continued THIS WAS WRITTEN BY JOHN AND CHIMI


Also, a special shout out to Burley the black lab who will be 12 years old this Saturday, May 8th. His dog brother, Goose, who is famous for his unhappy stint on the Oprah show getting snipped on national TV. While that is ancient history...Goose has forgotten that he had cajones and happily goes through life and dog park not worse for the wear and literal, tear.

I had an interesting dp conversation about the personality traits of the dog people. Most do not have children, other than dogs. They are, either, post children or no children. They tend to be more in tune with their animal nature than non- dog owners (read: pathetic people who have not learned yet about the wonders of our four legged critters). Dog people are inordinately attached to their animals, their dogs health, life, friends, and even their poo. I heard of one dude who had his dog's food Fed Ex'd from downstate each month so his little prince would not have to endure changing from his puppy food. How many rescue dogs would that save???? Just a thought....

Today, the usual bench crowd splintered into those who wanted sun and those who wished to escape the sun. Maureen and I held down the sun bench until Cheryl, Angus and Ollie arrived. John and Jordan (the human, not my dog Jordan) held down the shaded bench. John was cajoled to share his faux "Tales from Dog Park" post by MOI. It is the first several paragraphs to his blog. Hope you all enjoy it and feel free to comment.

Enough for now...that's all she wrote. Roe