Dog Park Etiquette

Anyplace: thanks for the moral support. Yeah, who needs those clay-eating backyarders anyhow? LOL Feel free to come for Mardi Gras and we’ll pelt them with beads and doubloons!

Portia: I lived near Houston back when Carolyn Farb took that exact track! From Neiman’s clerk to River Oaks in how many steps? Tried and true. Oh, and Loulou was a definite Chi Omega - triple legacy on her maternal side, don’t ya know!

Right now, we are BOTH attempting to learn more about the horrible plight of the Baby Quiches. More on this later.

[This message has been edited by Jeb (edited 10-12-2000).]

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Actually, this neighborhood is really great! It is in a “hysterical district” and all the houses are old and mostly renovated.

The dog park is on the levee, right by the banks of the mighty Mississippi. Just across the river is downtown New Orleans and the French Quarter.

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Ooo, you’re right across the river from one of my favorite cities in the world!!

Ah, it’s nice to read a funny, relaxed thread for a change. Are you planning on going back to the dog park? keep us posted!

<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Jeb:
I’m going to start eating 350 Flinstones Vitamins a day…and that’s all. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

And how will you take those Jeb? When you eat your Flinstones will you eat the red ones last? Will you suck them very slowly, or crunch them very fast?

All things considerd, I think taking out the Flinstone Family fast would be much more humane than asking them to suffer slowly, don’t you think?

Wait just a cotton pick’n minute! Jeb, y’all (you and LouLou) should com’on down and set a spell here in lil ol’ Texas! Why, down here we don’t have parks for our dawgs, we jus’ lets ‘em roam aroun’!!! My place is a veritable Disneyland for dawgs An’ I think yer jus’ what the doctor ordered!

Duffy, from what I read in the paper, dog parks are the latest rage in NoVa - Arlington and Fairfax anyway.

Is not a free-for-all for dogs. It’s a place designed for the responsible dog owner to run and curb his dog (always take plastic bags with you, please, and clean up!). I would think that any well-behaved dog, once given the opportunity to socialize a bit with other dogs (supervised, of course), would be safe to run around and play for an hour or so.

I think a well-designed dog park would have a “socialization” area where being leashed is required. You should go there when you arrive and allow your dog to socialize with the other dogs before you turn them loose to run/play, etc.

In this original scenario, however, I think the dog owners were actually verbalizing their insecurities by speaking through their dogs. (God, why didn’t I become a therapist? You know, every drunk person at a bar seeks me out - I must have a homing device installed - and tells me their woes. I feel like Lucy from Peanuts. “The Doctor is In!”) The one woman likely wanted to establish her presence at the after school beer bust by making the “alpha” comment.

And for the record … people who shop at Sam’s and drive mini-vans are NOT socially viable anyway. So either accept your lot in life as an average person, and be happy about it, or start shopping at Harrod’s and tooling around town in an Alfa Romeo! Frozen lasagna. Gag.

Seriously, it seems as if Loulou is a delightful dog, devoid of any negative behaviors. I’m curious to know if she’s still going to the park and if they’ve erected a statue to St. Joe (everything in New Orleans is capable of being a Saint), Evictor of the Bitches, yet!

Robby, who doesn’t want more choices, just nicer things!

My kickass lab MUTT would love to come play with your pup!
He once out swam a PEDIGREED golden retreiver. The retreivers owner was sooooooo mad that he leashed his dog and left.
Those people are truly rude. I hope they step in a big pile of your doggie’s poop.

My mom always buys baby quiches. I always thought they were kind of weird. Saurkraut balls are more my speed. They are sooo cute and round.

SAVE THE QUICHES! BEAT THE EGGS!

Perhaps she just needs to do some fashionable charity work – maybe throw a Tea to raise awareness of the need for new landscaping at the Civic Center?

Could LouLou not take on the plight of those poor baby quiches? It just breaks my heart to think of those poor quivering little cheeslets, wrenched away from their families. Might I suggest a Million Quiche March?

Hey, all, I would urge you to be very careful in expressing further negative sentiments regarding the treatment of the baby quiche. Sure, sure, we all agree that reform is necessary, but I am concerned that continued discussion could lead to intervention by PETF. (You know, People for the Ethical Treatment of Fromage.)

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I feel bad for animal crackers and chocolate easterbunnys, so I eat 'em butt first, head last.
And you cannibals, eating The Flintstones. What’s next? The Lucky Charms Elf?

Well shooooot, then I most definitely need to do some investigating. . .Although the barn and shows provide plenty of playmates for Pepper already! LOL But hey, ya never know who you might meet, right? hehe

What is it about February that makes me think of this thread?

It must have something to do with the fact that it was 70 on Monday, and 7 today… Rapid weather changes warp the mind, I guess…

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OK, I have a real problem. I just moved into a new neighborhood and found a new dog park just down the street. Around 6pm, all the neighbors bring their dogs out, with beverages in hand…it’s really a social gathering type thing.

So, my dog Loulou (a 7 year old brindle English Boxer) runs out to play with the other dogs and the owners all grab the their pets like she is the Creature from the Black Lagoon. One lady shreiks: “boy or girl?” to which I calmly reply: “umm…I’m a boy, she’s a girl.” Then, she relays to the others, “its okay, she’s a girl!” Wassup with all that? Then, this other lady says to her dog, “it’s okay, you are STILL alpha female, Shirley.” I wanted to bust out laughing at these morons!

This clique appears to be quite important, right up there with the Trilateral Commission, the Junior League, or The Masons. They won’t let Loulou play with their dogs, and when she ran after a tennis ball thrown for another dog, an audible gasp was evident from the gallery.

I’m afraid poor Loulou will suffer some psychological setbacks from these Mini-Van driving, chardonnay sipping, Sam’s Club shopping social climbers and their little dogs, too!

I’ve tried to give Loulou the best upbringing, sent her to the best schools (Hockaday, Bryn Mawr, and her junior year abroad), a wonderful debutante season (she wowed them in Charleston with her perfectly executed Texas Dip!), etc. My hope is that she will meet a nice King Charles Spaniel with a good dot-com portfolio.

Whatever should I do?? Your help will be greatly appreciated. I’d like to inform these yahoos that my board bill is higher than their mortgages, but that wouldn’t be very nice, huh?

Not if he eats it first…

Piggly Wiggly!! How funny!! Why do we have the weirdest grocery stores in the south? I think they have Jitney Jungles in Mississippi. And I thought Harris-Teeter was weird, until I went into one…very cool.

Actually, I stopped in a country grocery store in Mississippi once and they had small bags of clay for sale…TO BE EATEN! I always thought that was a wives tale about folks eating clay. Something to do with mineral deficiencies, I think. BTW - What kind of wine do you serve with clay?

Now I have strayed from my own topic…oh, it just doesn’t matter anymore.

Headlines from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution: “Million Quiche March Dwindles; Crosses Into Buckhead on Sunday Morning as Angry Brunchers Rallied a Counter-Protest; Hundreds Feared Eaten”

Nah…I couldn’t have that on my conscience.

Jeb, I had a thought - maybe you could print the “horse poo eating canine” thread and give it out at your next “park meeting” - might be kind of an interesting ice breaker, don’t you think?!

Magnolia - if you feel bad about your next Chocolate Eater Bunny, please FEEL FREE to give it to me! I have NO qualms about eating them! I eat ears first, than work my way from the feet up, until the head. I do feel bad when I have to eat one of the ones that has candy eyes. Its kind of like they’re staring at you as you go to bite there nose off!

But Calico, can you dance to it?