Namely, The Doggie Park

I've been going to our local doggie park for about 8 weeks, usually every other day. Maxie knows that as soon as we pull into the car park, exactly were she is heading. It's about a three minute walk from the car park to the doggie park. She pulls on the lead, in her haste she almost pulls the arm out of my socket. As we get closer to the perimeter fence she stops, checks to see who's in the park, and I'm sure contemplates whether or not she could jump over the fence.

The amount of dogs in the park fluctuates on any given day from just me and Maxie, to around 25 dogs and their owners. There are all sorts of breeds, shapes and sizes of dogs. Most have a good temperament as they've been well socialised with other dogs. As well as meeting all sorts of dogs, you meet all sorts of dog owners. We end up chatting about everything from the weather to the recession but mostly we tell each other how great our dogs are.

Returning home yesterday, Maxie bate out in the back seat I realised that of all the people I bump into at the doggie park I don't know any of their names. I know they don't know mine. We've never asked each other but we do know the names of each others dogs. Namely Molly, Dexter, Oscar, Gucci, Prada,(I know!) Ben, Sushi, Bailey, and Sasha, to name a few!