So, we went to the far dog park at 52nd and 11th. I don't know if you know this, but the poor pupster is not built for endurance. He is built for speed.
52nd and 11th is about a mile away. So we walked a mile away, and then a mile back. And at the park he played and played. Now he is X-hausted.
And, FYI, the far dog park is like gay pick-up central. It makes the Laurel Canyon Dog Park look positively Orange County.