Aaaah, the dog park. Moose and I took a trip over to run around and at long last I remembered to bring my camera along. Turns out it's a lot harder to get good pictures of moving dogs than I thought it would be.
New friends. Big. Little. Friendly. Furry.
Trash cans with "D.P." spray painted in large letters on the side. (which I forgot to get a picture of, sadly.)
D.P?
D.P. (dog poop, of course.)
*sigh* Gotta love this place.
