Last night my mom Cathy went to a meeting for her neighborhood, Queen Anne in Seattle. I had to stay home in my crate but when she came back, I could tell she had been talking to my good pal Lindsay, the Regrade Park Dog Steward.
The meeting was about changes to Kinnear Park, a magnificent natural park that’s a short walk from where we live. My mom loves the views of the Sound but I like the smells of the squirrels. The only problem is, I am not allowed to run around loose and chase those wonderful squirrels. My mom says there’s a movement afoot to install a dog park and I, for one, can’t wait.
Our small group was led by an architect from Vancouver, BC. He said, “In Vancouver, dogs don’t have separate parks. They can run loose on the trails for certain times of the day.”
My mom was puzzled. “Don’t the dogs escape?” she asked. I wasn’t there but I can just imagine.
“Canadians train their dogs,” the man said. “They don’t run away.”
Oops. My mom has been eying me ever since she came home. Training? I’m the ultimate escape artist. Good thing I wasn’t adopted by a Canadian family.