Off-Leash Hours at Prospect Park

Ziggy took a whizz on (or possibly in) some woman’s purse this morning at off-leash hours. She was pissed.

Fine, I should have apologized with a straight face and more fake sincerity. I should have tried harder when she wouldn’t talk to me. And maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the whole high risk factor right off the bat. That prompted the woman’s hang-out pal to rail,”she’s blaming YOU.”

So, she didn’t want to accept my half-assed apology. Okay, I can accept that. Because it’s true, I’m not that sorry. If she was some unsuspecting early sunbather or yogi in an undisturbed meadow and my beast lifted a leg on her beach bag or yoga mat, I’d feel legitimately bad. I’d be full of rue and regret.

But, here’s what I don’t understand. It seems to me that you are taking your person and purse into your own hands when you and your handbag LOUNGE ON THE GRASS while your puppy baby frolics amongst scores of dogs at off-leash hours.

I may not have a leg to stand on but I don’t care. Do you see a single person in the picture above lounging with their belongings all round?

No, you don’t. Because it makes no sense.