We were told it was available to anyone who shows up. Not true. Mike Force
On a recent hot day, I remembered the secret dog park on Capitol Hill.
I’d heard rumors for months that it was owned and run privately by a rich animal lover in her own vast backyard, available to anyone who shows up. No bad dogs allowed. Someone who’d been there told me it was “a dog paradise.”
I pictured shady meadows, fragrant ponds, troughs full of chilled water being lapped up by Rin Tin Tin, Snoopy, and Bo Obama. I saw my dog doing the one thing city life seldom allows her to do: frolicking.
