Unbound

Portland's dedicated and fenced dog parks are a boon to dog owners like me. Safe from motor vehicle traffic, they provide a place where we can allow our dogs off leash to run as fast as they can and play with other dogs. If a dog is social and he or she likes to be with other canines, it can be a great experience for everyone.

The human beings at dog parks, me included, tend to stand around with chuck-its and/or lattes in hand while dogs romp. I reap satisfaction seeing my dog-friends' floppy-lipped smiles as they race to meet new canine playmates. When tongues hang to the ground, I know they've met their activity quotient - though I have not met mine. I can head home with dogs who are tired and happy.

Another kind of pleasure greets me when we leave the confines of postage-stamp parks behind and strike out into the wilder world. Free of leashes, dogs can run as fast as their legs will take them or stop to smell the roses. Okay - no roses are ever involved, nor rosy smells either. But my canines love to explore. Noses all a-twitch, they zip hither and yon whenever we find a new venue safe for hiking together.

Chances to get the exercise I need and opportunities to explore the natural world are something I could not live without. Being limited every day to the parameters of an official dog park might help me to spring a gasket or two. I wonder if dogs feel the same - a need to stretch not only legs, but eyes and minds, and in their case, noses. With a long view down the river's edge, the worries of the day can fade into the background. I like to breath hard and feel my muscles work, it brings me fully into the present moment. In the meantime, the dogs race and screech to halts, roll in smelly dead stuff, sniff out fascinating messages in holes and under logs. Soon I've cleared the cobwebs from my mind, shaken off the day's stress, and chuckled at canine antics. Like my beloved canine buddies, I can return home dog-tired.

While I'm lovin' the dog parks, I love to escape them too.

Sacajawea Dog Park

 

First off on my tour of Portland's dedicated dog parks is Sacajawea. Located on 75^th just north of Prescott, it is less than five minutes by car from my NE Portland home. On busy mornings, it can make a quick, fun stop. Armed with a few tennis balls and chuck-it, three dogs can be, well, dog-tired, in thirty minutes or so.

Connected with tiny Sacajawea Park, the dog area is small. I walked the perimeter with time to scoop poop and toss a ball repeatedly in less than five minutes. But it is adequate to stand at one end and lob a ball as far as you can, allowing a dog to run full out to retrieve it.

As one of the newer dog parks, it has a nice two-gate system for easy entry and exit. Garbage cans are located at each exit and plastic bags are normally on hand. Someone – I don't know who – supplies water in plastic jugs and water dishes have always been present when I am there.

There is a conspicuous lack of shelter, not a tree stands inside the dog area, so no respite from pouring rain, or no shade on a sunny day. The surface is grassy, though I'm sure that by mid-January, it will be a mud mess.

Rarely crowded, it could be a nice place to take a dog who dislikes too much company. On the other hand, my social pup is a tad lonely there most days we stop by. One gentleman I've seen a few times takes advantage of the birch-bark trail outside the dog fence. He drops his dogs inside, then jogs a few laps on the trails, his dogs following along inside.

Most days, I prefer a larger area for dogs to romp and me to hike. But I am quite happy to have such a fun little play area so close to home.