Paradise Lost

Daddy says I lost my innocence yesterday at the doggie park.  I don't know what that is zactly, but I hope we find it again today.  Alls I know is that when we got to the doggie park yesterday there were lots of doggies there.  They didn't want to play too much, but Molly was very nice and I was playing with her, chasing a ball and running and I snuck in a few kisses.

Then all of a sudden, this Greyhound they called Stanley who had been running like a lightening bolt on the other side of the park came over and laid into me for no reason - except I bet he was jealous.  He was really mean and kept growling and started biting me.  Then his person came and took him off me.  Man, I was scared and I went running to Dad and hid behind his legs.  I was trembling and I wanted to go home.  But dad said I had to get back on the horse.  (He's nuts - there were no horses in the dog park).

So we stayed and me and Molly and all the other doggies just kind of hung out a bit.  Everything was fine 'till Stanley came back and laid into me again.  I don't know why he was picking on me.  His person got him off me again, and then I think they went home.  But I didn't know they went home and was so scared that I jumped up on the people bench and hid behind all the people who were sitting there.  They were nice to me and said its OK, Stanley left.

Gosh, I thought Doggie Park was heaven.  I thought all doggies were friends.  I thought all doggies liked one another.  I never realized there were mean doggies out there.  I thought doggie park was a place to be free and happy.  Daddy said the real world is not all roses (roses have thorns anyway, so what's the deal with that?)  But I think he means that even doggie parks are not heaven all the time.

Dad said we're going back there this morning.  I hope Stanley's not there.  There's always the beach.