Wicker "Park"

On Friday I was really excited because my human said we were going to Wicker Park. Is it going to be like Prairie Wolf Dog Park? No. It isn't. In fact, it wasn't a park at all. There was no grass, no trees, just lots of noise and cars and a big confusing intersection. My human said there is an actual park, but we didn't go there. Huh? I don't see why not.

We stopped by Rapid Transit Bike Shop. Here's a picture of me in the bike shop.

There were lots of bikes. Here's another picture of me in the bike shop.

I'm standing by a cart that gets pulled on the back of a bike. Um…do they make these in dog sizes? Here's a picture of me outside the bike shop.

I'm happy in this picture because at this point I still thought we were going to a park.

Then we went to Starbuck's. We had to cross so many streets to get there, but I could see it straight ahead. Why can't we just go straight ahead? I don't get it. Then we had to cross all the streets again just to go back to the car. And I didn't even get whipped cream. Mmmmmm! Whipped cream! Sigh. Wicker "Park" was a bust. And for the record, I didn't see any wicker either.