Dog Parks Revisited
My long-time readers - if I've got any left after blogging so irregularly lately - will have noticed that I revisit the subject of dog parks every once in a blue moon. It seems that this is one subject I simply can't keep away from.
I believe that dog parks are a great idea ... in theory. The original idea behind dog parks was to allow dogs a space to run off-leash, play ball, and get exercise, if their owners were unable to provide it otherwise. Dog owners who live in city apartments, town homes without or with only small yards, and homes that cannot have a fenced yard due to local restrictions, all benefited from the idea of dog parks. They were able to take their dogs to the park, ensure they got proper exercise, and reaped the results of a tired dog. Remember - a tired dog is a good dog!
Unfortunately, like Communism, dog parks only work in theory. At least in most places.
There are exceptional dog parks in this country. Some of them are large enough to allow for off-leash walking and play without having to worry about groups of other dogs interfering. In some, you can go most times without ever seeing another dog or owner. Others have strict requirements before you're allowed to use them, such as a test to make sure your dog is friendly with other dogs, and an annual fee to receive your park tag. The latter type of park often also provides a park monitor who ensures everyone complies with the rules, and who will ask owners to pick up after their dogs, or to remove dogs that are acting aggressively.
Sadly for most dog owners, such as myself, those parks are more commonly the exception than the rule, and using any regular dog park, you can almost always expect to meet people who either refuse to read and comply with park rules, or who are as sad as that is to say - just too stupid to "get" that the rules are there for a reason.
Dog Parks ARE a place where your well-socialized dog can spend some time running off-leash, playing ball, and playing with other, well-socialized, dog-friendly dogs. They are also a place where you can work on some of your training off-leash, such as your basics (sit, down, stay, come, and heel), in an area of the park that is not overly busy - or later on, in the main area of the park where you have many distractions.
Dog Parks ARE NOT a place where you bring a fearful or aggressive dog for socialization. They are also not a place where you simply turn your dog loose and then sit down to enjoy a book or spend an hour on the phone with your best girlfriend while completely ignoring your dog and your dog's behavior. They're also not a place to bring a dog who has not learned the very basics of obedience - such as "come" - as those are skills that are needed at the park.
That all said, we do take our two dogs to the dog park.
We are very fortunate at Fort Drum in that we have two dog parks right on base - one in the housing area, and one in Remington Park. The one in Remington Park is the one we go to, since we feel that the park in the housing area should probably be limited to people who actually live in the housing area, although that's certainly not a rule.
However, even with having these parks available and these parks having a limited number of visitors since they require access to the base, we still see plenty of stupidity going on. Last Sunday's visit was pretty typical of a trip to a dog park - any dog park - that does not have a park monitor to ensure everyone and their dogs are using common sense during visits.
When we arrived at the park, it was empty with the exception of one lady and her two dogs.
We approached the gate as we normally do, slowly and with the dogs in a heel. Then they are required to sit before they're allowed inside, and we heel into the park, off toward the side, before asking them to sit and unleashing them. The idea here is to enter the park calmly, especially if there are other dogs, so that any other dogs inside won't get all wound up by hyper new arrivals.
The woman's male dog was a larger hound mix, and while he initially had his hackles up approaching Ronja, they quickly went down and everyone had a very nice time playing.
Her other dog, however, was a nine week old female chocolate dapple Dachshund. I don't understand, and probably won't ever understand, why anyone would bring a young puppy to a dog park, especially one that has not had all of its initial puppy shots yet.
While it's important to bring the puppy out and expose her to as many different things as possible, that should be limited to places that don't see a lot of dog traffic, because any illness, even ones that will be easily treatable in adult dogs (such as kennel cough) can make a puppy seriously ill.
And the other thing I don't understand is why people will bring small dogs to large dog parks, or parks that do not have a separate area for small and large dogs. Just thinking logically, why would you want your five pound dog surrounded by a group of running, jumping, playing, sixty pound (and larger) dogs?
The owner, of course, had plenty of opinions on her Dachshund's visit to the dog park. "Oh, she just loves playing with the big dogs," she would say. "Sure, she gets trampled and she yelps like she's just been killed, but she's right back at it."
A couple of other people came in with what was most likely a Polish Lowland Sheepdog, although I didn't ask them what breed their dog was. She was adorable and took an immediate liking to Ronja, who was more than obliging to join a game of rough wrestling with her. Love at first sight.
Then another couple came in, a man and a woman, with two dogs. One of the dogs was a very skinny male "Bloodhound, just about a year old" (although it could have been a Coonhound), and the other one was a small female Saint Bernard, "just over a year old", who was pulling so hard people were laughing and asking the woman whether she was riding the dog to the park gate, or walking her. The owners pushed the gate open far enough to let their dogs inside, then slipped their leashes and let them run loose. The Bloodhound immediately went to hump another dog, and the Saint Bernard took off running, their owners congregating with the Dachshund's owner in the corner, paying only occasional attention to their dogs.
After a while, the owners migrated closer to us and started talking to us about our dogs and their dogs. As it turns out, they also have a female Bloodhound, because they are "planning on breeding them". And they bragged that their "just over a year old" Saint Bernard, who had been "the runt of her litter, which is why she's so small", was "hopefully pregnant" because they'd bred her on her last heat and were looking forward to the litter so they could sell the puppies.
At that point, we excused ourselves to work on obedience in the rear part of the park where there are a number of obstacles - a group of logs laying flat, a ramp, and a wall - to play on. People like that have me wondering whether it would be better to try and educate them, or whether I should simply skip that step and start off banging my head into the wall instead.
We were keeping away from them and they were keeping in the corner with the Dachshund's owner, and everything was going nicely for a while. Their dogs were off running around, the Dachshund's owner had picked her dog up, and two more people arrived - one with an American Eskimo, and one with a Great Dane and an English Setter. Ronja adored the Dane, regardless of their considerable size difference, and took off to play with him, ending up completely covered in Dane drool.
After a while, two more cars arrived and two couples got out - one with a Doberman pup, and one with two Pit Bull types who seemed quite out of control when they were just walking up to the fence, lunging and pulling. When they entered the park, the smaller of the Pit Bulls began to hackle up, lunge, growl, bark, and show teeth at the other dogs, and we decided that we weren't entirely comfortable with the way he was behaving, so we took our two, who were sitting next to us at the time (we call them away from the gate and have them sit/stay when new dogs arrive so they don't form a pack with the other dogs and rush newcomers), and went for a walk around the rest of the park.
We eventually made our way back to the dog park since that's where the Jeep was parked, and just as we got there, there was a dog fight in progress.
The couple with the Doberman puppy was just getting into their car to leave, and the couple with the two Pitties had put the one that was acting aggressively into their car and had their other one leashed and were ready to leave.
The Great Dane that had played so nicely with Ronja earlier was being attacked by one of two out-of-control male Boxers who had arrived in the meantime and were acting aggressively. Their owners showed little interest in separating their dogs from the Great Dane they were attacking, or to help the Dane's owner, who was fending the dogs off while they were snapping at her, too. Trueman was going to step in while I put the girls into the Jeep, but the lady with the Dane had her dog by the harness and got out of the park, finally, and away from the Boxers. Their idiot owners, of course, could have cared less.



