Now, you might think, "Well, Bear practically lives in Dog Disney world with woods, fields, and a pond, why would he need a dog park?"
And you would have a good point, except ... there are no other dogs his age to play with here at PFHQ, so I decided to go for it.
It was time for some socialization.
I had visions of me apologizing to every human (and some of the dogs) at the park as Bear alternately mated and fought with every dog in the park.
"No ma'am, I don't know where your miniature schnitzidoodle pup went. It was here a minute ago, playing with Bear ... uh oh."
" Whoa! It looks like Bear and your little Petunia are REALLY hitting it off. I guess we won't be leaving anytime soon."
I imagine all first time dog-parkers have similar trepidations.
Oh well ... that is life with Bear.
The first thing he did was mark everything as his.
This is where he met Elliot who was remarking everything Bear marked.
Elliot was a super friendly bouncy thing and a veteran of the dog park. In this picture, he's giving Bear the 411 on the other dogs.
There was the usual gossip around the water cooler. Bear got an earful.
It took a few minutes for Bear to cut loose, even with Elliot leading by example.
It was after they had a few drinks at the poolside bar that things really loosened up.
Once the drinks kicked in, it was madness and mayhem. I'm just glad there were no lampshades available.
After a while running in the mid-day sun, Bear was pooped and Elliot had to go watch the Lacrosse matches with his parents. So, they parted ways.
I let him romp in a ditch of cool water from the previous night's rain on the walk to the JEEP, after which, it was just a couple minutes ride to his grandmother's house.
There, he gulped more water and headed for the coolness of the living room oak floors to chill out and recharge.
None of my concerns came to be. He was a gentleman to all the dogs and did nothing to embarrass either one of us.
He is just full of surprises.