I've got milk bones in my drawers...

Going to the dog park is always a fun and interesting experience, and last night was no exception. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE taking the boys to the park, but last night I noticed some things I thought I'd share with you.

Now here's my first issue with the dog park, there's always THOSE people there. You know, the kind that follow their dog around and start having panic attacks the second another dog comes within a 3 foot radius of theirs. Ummm....hello....you're at a DOG PARK people! Simmer down, let the dogs live a little. He's not going to go all Kujo on you, he's just trying to spit some game! Now let my dog sniff your dog's butt and deal with it!

Secondly, there's always the PSA...the poop scoop avoider. If your dog took a dump, CLEAN IT UP! Don't leave Fluffy's doo-doo butter in the middle of the park for the rest of the dogs to frolic in. I really have no desire for Bruiser and Sampson to be bringing home Fluffy's cling-ons on their cute little paws. Grab a bag, grab the poop. Easy enough.

Thirdly, if your dog is friggin rabid and fighting EVERY other dog in the park, take him home and try again tomorrow! I know it takes time to get them adjusted, but don't force the issue. Owners take their dogs to have a good time, not to come home with a vet bill.

And last but not least, dogs LOVE me. Ok, I know this has nothing to do with dog park etiquette, but it's the truth! I'm like the friggin Snow White of the dog park kingdom. Come to me my animal friends! Last night those dogs were sniffing my junk like I had a slab of beef jerky smuggled in my bra. And apparently my post dinner flatulence must have smelt like rainbows and bacon because they were practically chewing my farts.

But its all worth it, because we come home and my babies do this.....

{It's lights out and sweet dreams for these guys}