|Bailey, Sarasota, FL|
|Beverly, Wellesley, MA|
While in Naples, Florida I discovered a dog park around the Lely Resort. There I met plenty of elderly snowbirds who wondered who shows up at a dog park sans dog? I do. They may have found it odd, but their dogs didn't.
|Hank, hankering for more catch & fetch|
|Sheba, Great Dane|
And then there was Mays, as in Willie Mays. Man did he like to play. He was cruising at full speed along with a Whippet named Ollie when, CRASH! They slammed into me like two linebackers on a blitz. It was really something, but none of us was worse for wear, although I was wearing dirt and gobs of more doggy saliva after that too. But that's the life of a dog park party crasher, and it's a good life, when your best dog is home alone.
|Mays, Yellow Lab|