Ah Los Angeles… the land of fruits, nuts, and flakes. Today we’re exploring the flaky end of that spectrum at the Silverlake Dog Park. Yes, it’s a hipster hangout, full of scruffy upper-middle-class white people and their scruffy dogs of inexplicable breed (see my previous post “The California Avocado Dog). Running with abandon, the owners…
I’ve noticed something. Most of the dogs that I’ve encountered here in Los Angeles look like giant, furry avocados. The shape, I mean. Not necessarily the creamy green avocado goodness. Most doggies are of indeterminate breed (although it’s hilarious when their owners try to tell me what the possibilties are) and a generic size –…
