{Life with a dog #22} Dog parks are not for wimps. A morning at Nate's Dog Park in Balboa Park.

"Uh-oh. Momma? Are they heading our way?"

"Uh, hi guys. How's tricks? Don't eat me, k?"

"So, where we headin' guys? Guys?"

"They ditched me!"

Mom's turn: We spent 40 min making friends, play catch and running in the mud. Wearing faux black boots, we make our way back to the car. Good thing I have leather seats.
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