Memorial Day Morning at Pearsall Park

The last few days Diane has been taking me on walks in the neighborhood in the morning. She says it's too hot later in the day. I agree. I tend to yawn in the morning because I'm still a little sleepy, but at least it's not so hot.

This morning Diane took me to a new place. We went to the Pearsall Park Dog Park. Diane made a wrong turn near the park, because none of the online maps give the correct directions. The City of San Antonio information indicates the park is at 4700 Old Pearsall Road, but the online maps don't give the correct directions. The entrance is located on Old Pearsall Road between Medina Base Road and Loop 410. The SADogList site has a brief description and some photos. This site lists the address at 5000 Old Pearsall Road, but online maps place that address outside Loop 410, which it's not; it's inside Loop 410. I want other dogs and their humans to be able to find this park.

When we got to the park at 7:20 AM, Diane and I were the only ones at the park. Diane let me off the leash, but I wasn't too energetic. When I'm at a new place, I like to sniff the ground to see who else has been there. There is an agility course for dogs and Diane tried to get me to walk over a few ramps and to go through a tunnel, but I don't really understand why. I mainly sniffed around most of the perimeter fence.

Just about the time I had sniffed around most of the park perimeter fence, a woman with a black & white Icelandic Sheepdog and a Blue Heeler mix came into the park. She had a couple balls and a tool that helps her throw a tennis ball farther and allows her to pick up the ball without having to handle a slobber-covered ball. I wasn't interested in chasing the ball, but I liked chasing the Blue Heeler while he chased the ball!

A lady with two smaller dogs came in the park. I liked the white girl dog. And a woman and man came with a large golden dog and a smaller black puppy. It turned out the puppy, Buster, was just a little smaller than I am and was about a month younger than I am. It sounds like he had story similar to mine--he was left off at his people's gate. He was quite shy and stayed close to his human mom.

Then a man and woman came in with a brindle Dutch Shepherd-Pitbull girl dog named Shawnee. She's about four years old and only a little taller than me and I really liked playing with her. We wrestled and played quite a bit. The couple liked me, too. The man told Diane that his relatives had raised Red Heelers in California and that we are very smart dogs! (My vet has told that to Diane, too.) He also mentioned that Dutch Shepherds are used in Germany for security purposes.

Then another couple came in with two very large dogs. One was a white long-haired Great Pyrenees and the other was an Irish Wolfhound. The couple brought ice and water for their dogs. I licked some of the ice, but that was strange to me--I had never seen ice cubes before. Another woman came into the park with two more dogs, but I was kind of tired by this point, so I didn't really check them out. After spending two hours at the park, I was ready to go home.

Diane didn't realized I had some mud on my paws when I got into the car. I didn't sleep on the way home, but I sat quietly on the back seat of the car. I hope we'll go back to the dog park soon!