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Wordless Wednesday – Culver City Dog Park Finally Open!

Wordless Joy!


Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig!

 

 

The girls obviously dressed for the occasion!


While Opie is coolly fresh from the groomers!

 

Back to Business as usual!



 

There seem to be some left over sand bags from the reconstruction.


Mama predicts if they don’t get those sand bags

out of the park, the dogs are going to chew them into

tiny little bits!


 

 

Big dogs are happy to run, jump and wrestle!


 

 

Here is as wide a shot of the park as I could get.

Over the fence is just a small part of the big dog side.


 

This is from the far end of the small dog side!


 

Sand bags or not, this is the face of contentment


Opie is very happy to have the Dog Park Back!

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Great news – Hallelujah Our Dog Park will Reopen March 1st!

Keep your paws crossed for me fellow doggies!

Our beloved Bone Yard — The Culver City Dog Park is reopening on March 1st.

I’ve been without this wonderful place since September of 2010. Some of you already know the story. Just in case you don’t — essentially some nasty oil company had a leaky oil pipe or something that polluted our park. So they had to fix it. Then they found another rotten pipe and had to fix that!

Here’s what our dog park looked like while they were working on it for ALMOST SIX MONTHS!

It made me so sad to see it closed!


It made me mad to see this big mess!


This is the view right above our dog park!

Mama took this from the car so she apologizes for the glare.

The security guard for the oil company was giving her mean look!

I think it was because Mama was giving the oil machinery a mean look!

I didn’t know that Mamas could growl!


I’ve been to one other dog park … and I didn’t like it! (Too small and not enough nice doggies!) Mostly, I missed my buddies.

I’ve been kind of mad at the oil company for a long time. Now I’m going to reminisce with my photos of all the fun stuff we did there! Expect a great blog in March about how wonderful it will be to be back at the park!

I can’t wait to get back to see my buddies!

This is me and my friend Poppy! He loves to wrestle!

He’s a great wrestler!


This is me checking out the big dog side of the dog park!

They have REALLY big dogs on that side. I can’t wait to see them too!


This is me running at my park. I’m the grey blur running toward that lady! 

 See it’s big for a city park!
You can’t even see the whole thing here.


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Occasionally, it would get kind of hot at the dog park.

Here’s Daddy washing out a water bowl!

Gee Dad don’t you know there’s a bowl right here near me!

Yeah I know it’s full of sand, so what?


Maybe the best part of the park was chillin’ with my buddies.

This is Chase! We’re checking out the newcomers

before we race down the hill. Heh, heh, heh!

On your mark, get set……!

When I was first adopted, I was a little grumpy.

I didn’t like anyone except my new mama.

Mama brought me here to get “socialized.”

I don’t really know what that means, but I do know that I made a lot of

doggy and human friends here. I’m not so grumpy now because of the dog park. I can’t wait to get back. I know Mama misses some of her friends too. They were new friends.  She was just getting to know them when the park closed.

Neither one of us can wait!


March 1st is going to be a HAPPY DAY!!!



Purely Adult Tantrum about the Dog Park — and Oil Companies

I’ve sublimated a lot of frustration about our Culver City Dog Park into these blogs, cartoons and potato chips.  I think I’ve been patient. I’ve found alternative places to take Opie. We’ve dealt with the issue of his boredom by letting him terrorize the squirrels, crows and whatever other creatures live in our back yard.  He’s had a liberal amount of time in the back yard.  I am trying as much as I can to break up his boredom.  We’ve waited with baited breath for the cleanup crew funded by the offending oil company to complete their work.  The giant crane, portable buildings and general mess made by this work is just a necessary evil, right?

Yesterday, we were notified that the cleanup crew has found ANOTHER well. This one was capped back in the 1920’s. It’s not leaking, but they decided since they’re already here… What the hell? … Let’s fix this one too.  I can’t really argue with that logic. 

 I guess my frustration lies with the fact that dog park lies on top these oil wells,  and that most of my quiet enjoyment of my environment is marred by the oil industry in some fashion.

I’ll bet you guys in the Midwest and East Coast didn’t know that you can drive down a street in Beverly Hills and see the top of an oil pump working behind a high landscaped fence.  Our family lives at the base of  a hill — the back side and uppermost section of the crest  is owned by PXP Oil Company. They have several active pumps and our neighborhood association is in a constant battle with them.  We tend to object to mysterious noxious odors wafting into our bedrooms at 3 AM! Driving North or South on Pacific Coast Highway you can see lines off shore oil platforms. Just South of L.A., several major companies have refineries. Drive down the I-10 and you’ll see them.  When you fly into Los Angeles the lights on their smoke stacks compete with the lights of the city.

Oil pumps in culver city -- this is on the same hillside as the dog park just higher up the hill.

Bottom line — we live in an oil town.  Cars and Gasoline are King here.  In the 60’s we dismantled a perfectly good mass transit system. We had the largest mass transit trolley system in the country, over 150 miles of track. Residents did not need a car to get anywhere.  In our infinite wisdom, we then built the biggest and busiest freeways in the world.  Gee whiz!  How did that happen?  Add two plus two and you get the biggest nastiest backdoor double dealing in history between big oil and the big four auto makers and their cronies.  It’s a story Michael Moore would love to have broken to the world!

What is my rant about?  I don’t know — it’s a rant, a tantrum! A cry of frustration against the industry that robs my family and my dog of the simplest pleasures!

I can’t see the sunset on the beach without carefully looking between Oil drilling platforms.

I can’t be certain that the hillside is not going to explode due to Methane gas.

See the oil drilling rig in the this lovely ocean view -- Santa Barbara

I can’t be certain that the bank I’m in or the store I am in is not going to blow up for the same reason.

The front page speaks for itself.

I can’t hear the crickets because of the semis driving on the freeway 2 miles from my house make that rumbling whine as they pass

I can’t take my dog to the dog park because they are capping oil wells underneath it.

The madness must stop!  Look at your life and you’ll find there’s a dirty oil thumbprint on it.

Take your pick — Global warming, Middle Eastern Oil grubbing,  BP Oil Spill disasters,  Illness, Explosions !

Or maybe some BLANKITY- BLANK -BLANK Oil company has dirty leaky oil wells under your local dog park.

This just burns me up 

 

Article about 1985 Methane Gas Explosion in Los Angeles , includes images of L.A. Times Headlines http://www.stanford.edu/~meehan/la/fairfax.htm