There’s a different vibe at this dog park compared to our usual haunt across the street from Autzen Stadium, home of the Ducks. It’s not as large, there are only a few immature trees, and it’s one open space. Lots of ball hurling goes on here. After about 30 minutes, Ramona lingered at the gate as we circled by, as if to suggest that we leave already. I kept circling the path–doggedly, you might say–to keep Jones and Ramona moving, since they stopped when I stopped. That’s loyalty for you. The day turned into a warm blue sky fantasy right out of a movie set in the Southwest, and Ramona finally gave up and lay down in the shade.
Cat poop consumed: no
