Gone to the Dogs

B. is out of town, so S. and I went to the Wicker Park dog park with B's dog, Lexi.

It smelled like a zoo. I don't understand dog park culture, either. Give me a book, a cat on my lap, and a litter box any day- none of this messing with plastic poop bags, oohing, and ahhing over all the dogs, and chit chatting with the other dog owners, who remind me of the doting parents at the other end of the park, where the playground is.

The dogs, however, seemed to have fun with each other.