There’s also a dogpark here. The dogs cavort, the shadows of their owners. They scent and sniff. There’s leashes and plastic bags to pick up the shit, there’s keys for the park, there’s manners and decorum. There’s barking and bad parenting, all sorts of unresolved provocation.
There’s also dog shit around, here in the park (bad neighbour!), and allo over the pavements. Canine crap-paste, smeared about, or plopped somewhere (pls look out for Dogs in Obs – PART 3 – dogshits of obs).
They’re in better or worse states of repair. Fresh, dry or disintegrating, after rain.
There’s signs of dogs.