San Francisco is a dog town. San Francisco is a kid town.
Usually, that’s a fantastic pairing. Boobaby, for one, loves dogs, and dogs love her, or at least the many aromas that generally emanate from her. Sure, there are some dogs that should be avoided, but generally, we’ve got a cordial relationship with our town’s canines.
Sadly, many San Franciscans are completely nutso about their kids, or else about their dogs. At our old park, kids were relegated to a small, fenced corner; the dogs had the run of the place, and any suggestion that vicious animals should be, y’know, restrained led to a fistful of static.
At our new park, however, the kid-owners have beaten the dog-owners into submission. I wrote about it this week over at GNM Parents:
At the new playground, however, rampant community activism (I’ve met her — she really is rampant) kept the entire park an on-leash site. Moreover, if a dog escapes its handler even briefly, an unidentified resident of the hillside above (who, I suspect, is the same rampant community activist) blasts an air horn. Repeatedly. Not surprisingly, the kids more than the dogs are bothered by this frightening clamor.
I wrote up the whole scary episode over at GNM: click here for the full piece.