There is an apartment complex near my home that has its own dog park. It is a small enclosed area with a well-stocked poop bag dispensary and trash receptacle. I have taken my dog Griffin over there about 4-5 times; in fact, it is he who takes me there. Sometimes we’re the only beings there, but a couple of times there have been other people and their dogs.
It’s a secure complex where you need to punch in a code to drive through. Most times Griff and I just go in when the security gate is still open. Once we have actually punched in the code given to me by one of the tenants after I told him we enjoy that dog park.
The other morning Griff and I walked through the open gate and over to the dog park. We were the only ones there. I let Griff off his leash and he raced around joyfully before stopping to poop. I promptly went over with a poop bag and scooped it up, disposing of it in the trash can.
Two women walked up to the park about 2 minutes later. They didn’t have a dog with them. “Uh-oh,” I thought, “I wonder if that’s Management getting ready to confront us.”
I was right. “Do you live here, or are you a guest of someone here?” the older woman asked.
“I don’t live here, sorry. Are you here to make us leave?”
“Yes, we’re sorry but this park is only for tenants’ dogs.”
“Okay, I undertand,” I replied, hooking Griff’s leash to his harness. As I walked out, I added, “It’s really a shame, though, as he really is a good dog that gets along well with others.”
“Yes, I understand,” said the woman, “but if we let you, then we have to let everyone. Unfortunately, there have been people coming here and abusing the rules. Your dog is really cute. What’s his name?””
“Griffin. So, people have not been picking up after their dogs?” I asked.
“Yes, basically” she replied. “I’m sorry.”
“What a shame that other people blow it for everyone else,” I lamented. “But I understand.”
The younger woman then spoke up, “The tenants here are really protective about this park. That’s how we found out you were here. Someone called us.”
“Someone up there?” I pointed to a row of apartments that overlooked the park. “Really? Wow.”
“Yes,” they both replied, somewhat sheepishly.
“Well, tell that person I said ‘Hi, and to F-O,” I said, smiling.
They both laughed good-naturedly and went along their way.
As Griffin and I walked out of the complex, I looked up at the apartments and flipped a long, sweeping bird in that direction. I hope that person saw me.
It must really suck to be some people.