While in Palm Springs who could pass up a visit to the Palm Springs Dog Park. Now, this is not your run of the mill pooch run. Forget chain link, “antiqued” wrought iron with domed double locked entrances is the standard here. The park is divided into Small Dogs and Large Dogs with a midway gate in case you can’t decide which you are.Most canine visitors arrived prettily groomed and manicured, embellished with fancy collars. Well, having been on the road for two months we were worried about appearances, but Quinn’s rugged Russell Crowe handsomeness soon had the boys bonding and the divas swooning. As for me, I hung out with the Starlets trying to discover their beauty secrets. In this Dog Park, balls, a large drinking bowl and would you believe a doggie wading pool are provided, although Quinn seemed confused on which one to get into. Parents rest in comfort under a cabana in chairs and…please, there is no such thing as a poopie bag. Several “no bend at the waist” pooper scoopers are provided to do the job. Well, that’s what I call luxury! We had a good time overall and enjoyed the good life.
