My Sandy Toes neighborhood has a jungle park in the center of it. It includes a playground, basketball courts and best of all, a trail that winds around inside the park for walking.
Sam, like all dogs is super happy about having walks. However, when we crossed the street to the trail, she pumped the breaks. Girlfriend wanted nothing to do with walking a trail inside a heavily tree’d area. Too scary? Too many new smells? Too dirty? Is there a snake in there I don’t know about? Who knows, but it wasn’t happening.
So now our morning walks consist of walking around the jungle park, on the sidewalk next to the street. Just like at home.
Playa living isn’t for everyone.
(She was too busy being a punk this morning to take a pic of her.)