So, the dogs are stuck in their kennels all day while Gene is gone. The pet sitter comes in for a little while during the day but they’re used to a whole lot more freedom. I thought of taking them to the pet boarding place for the day tomorrow, but Gene had a better idea: dog park!
There was only one other dog in the little dog area and Scooby and Betty spent the entire time with their noses to the fence to the bigger dog area. The little dog’s owners warned us that two dogs in the big pen had been cornering other dogs, two on one, but that they’d been there awhile and maybe got the aggression out of them.
But the dogs were booooored, so we went ahead in the big dog area and they had a great time. It was generally very sweet – both of them would run around with other dogs for awhile and then they’d run together for a few minutes. Once they even walked around the wooded area alone together. Betty at the dog park is so funny – I found her getting her belly scratched by at least two people and once she was on a bench, watching the goings on, surrounded by two complete strangers. But still she’s no wuss – a slightly more aggressive dog apparently sniffed her too much and Betty gave him hell. She can totally hold her own.
And then the inevitable happened when two dogs (neither ours) got into a big time fight. I look over and – AAAAAAAAAAAH – Scooby is running towards the fight. What the hell?? It was the scariest thing. I ran after him, ready to tackle either dog if they touched him. By the time Scooby (with me on his heels) made it there, the humans had the fighting dogs separated. Ugh. We left about ten minutes later and one of the fighting dogs was in the parking lot, his owners cleaning up his wound. Yikes, scary.
(Cheesecake City has changed their dog park policies – I used to have to apply to go there, send the city their shot records, and show a pass whenever we took the dogs over – and now, all I needed was the ability to open a U shaped lock on the gates).