As far as I know, Barksdale has never been to Atlanta. I myself have only ever been once and that was years before my life had been officially taken oven by a four-legged mutt. So when John suggested that we head to the "big city" for the Fourth of July weekend, Barksdale and I were very excited.
We also had some of the same questions:
Would Atlanta be a dog friendly place? Would we be able to find open green spaces for our morning walks? Would we be able to visit one of the city's 10 (yes count 'em, TEN) Mellow Mushrooms?!
The answers to these questions are YES, YES and YES INDEED!
It turns out that there a tons of dogs in Atlanta--all over the place. The apartment where we stayed was located on Piedmont Park, which was one of the most beautiful public parks I've ever seen. You honestly couldn't go ten feet without seeing another dog tromping around the park with its tongue waving in the breeze.
A man and his wolf
We walked out of there with a clean dog, a couple of treats and a new racoon toy!!! (To understand why this is exciting, read my previous post here.)
Barksdale was super happy and so were we. He was also so exhausted from trying to escape from the bath tub that John and I had no problem leaving him at home while we went out for a delicious Italian dinner.
Atlanta was tons of fun and we got to enjoy beautiful weather, the Peachtree Road Race, and several great meals. But I think it becomes apparent that a place where you live is really your home when you can't wait to see it again, even after only a couple of days. Ah, Savannah. We missed you!
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