There’s a lot I don’t understand about Chicago. How can so many people walk down the streets without acknowledging others with a look or a light smile?
And what’s up with the new “prairie” projects near Lake Michigan when they’ve planted trees every 20 yards? Hey, out here on the real prairie we’re removing trees to keep the prairie pure and authentic!
But the city has things figured out perfectly when in comes to their dog beaches.
Last weekend I twice walked to the dog beach within a few blocks of where Lindsey lives. Talk about a hoot!
The fenced area is probably 400 or so yards long where dogs can run and play off-leash.
Dogs are chasing tennis balls into the waves and dogs are chasing dogs as they play from one end to the other.
Since it’s neutral ground dog-to-dog confrontations are very rare. People who seem to have their smilers broken on the city’s sidewalks talk and laugh together as they watch the show.
Sitting on a high rock wall overlooking the scene Lindsey and I laughed aloud Saturday morning as we watched a running mass of about 20 dogs chasing each other around and around like a canine cyclone.
When the cloud of dogs rolled down along part of the beach where people were gathered humans started to fall.
Let me tell you, if you ever fall down laughing in the midst of about 2o Labs, goldens and big mixed-breed dogs you’re going to have a lot of “help” in a hurry. Several times we saw arms and legs up in the mass of wagging tails as the happy dogs tried to come to the rescue.
Eventually the person would rise, smiling, slobbered-up and covered in sand as the canine cyclone moved on down the beach.
Life is fun at the dog beach.