Our Parks and Recreation officials have been kind enough to provide several dog parks throughout the county. There are even a couple that have been divvied up into big-dog and small-dog sides. Dog parks are excellent locations for me to market my business or, as I like to call it, "pimp the pups." There's only one problem, as far as little dogs are concerned; the parks are about as appealing to them as tofu burgers. They  listlessly wander from one stale scent to another and finally, lying down, stare beseechingly at me until I leash them up and leave.

Way out in left field.

Fortunately, we have found a marvelous alternative; the nearby high school's softball field. It's big, has some scruffy, dead grass in it, lots of gopher holes and best of all, is completely fenced in. Almost completely. There's a gap under the gate, which we patch up with odd branches and a discarded dust pan.

Couldn't of said it better.

Of course it's off limits to dogs, but what great recreational spot isn't? The teams have migrated to a newer, larger ball field up the hill, so no one uses this one anymore. At least, no one but some dad who brings his daughter to practice pitching and catching. They have a bad  habit of showing up in the middle of our ball game and act like they have a right to be there. The sense of entitlement some people have can be downright annoying.

Where's third base?? Where's third base??