Dog Park in Pasadena

They opened the first dog park here in Pasadena, and I was so excited because I am tired of playing with the dogs in the local park and being paranoid of cops giving me a ticket. I mean, I am there so early all the good drug deals are still happenning, and yet I would be the one the cops stopped. I just know it.

anyhoo, I am used to the dogparks in NYC where sure, you have your handful of paranoid crazy freakshows, but we all coexist peacefully. There is an unwritten CODE in NY, that says, sure my Lab may attack your pug, but haha, dogs will be dogs...but please, if your ugly ass labradoodle (ummm, it used to be called a MUTT) takes my dog's ball, then we WILL have a confrontation if you don't give it back. AND it's all perfectly acceptable.

WELL here, in suburbia, no one knows what the hell to do with a dogpark, they don't follow the RULES. They freak out if there is so much as a good lab-lab-rottweiller on top of french bulldog pile-up. They bring their KIDS and their kids cry when fluffy gets gang-raped but a couple 'a weiner dogs. They try to DISCIPLINE my dogs by saying,(to the dog) and I QUOTE "well well, now aren't you a mean one this morning. You need to tell your mommy you need some discipline." (all so I could hear of course) And then the big mexican maid who brings her Boss's 180 lb rottweiller who does steal my 70 lb arthritic dog's ball and she laughs, shrugs her shoulders and says "ah well, he no know what his ball is. he like every ball. HAHAHAHAHA." and then she half heartedly adds "Rocky! Rocky! Oh, jew are bad doggy! HAHAHAHA. jew are bad ball doggy! HAHAHAHA! I say-ed you geeev doggy his ball you bad doggy HAHAHAA!" and then she just leaves...her, rocky, and my dog's only source of morning happiness.