Zeus in the park

In the dog park the regular visitors know more names of other regulars' dogs than of their owners. I know two owner names, David and Jordan, and I think they are the only humans there who know my name.  It's all right, really, I'm bad at remembering people's names, and here you may be presented with the challenge of memorizing the names of humans and their canines, an impossible task.

Jordan knows everyone's name, every dog's name, even the names of those seen there infrequently.  I remember a few regular dogs' names.  There is Moxie, Leo,  Amiga, who's not terribly friendly, Frankie, old Luna, Garlic, the best dog name ever, Zeus, Jordan's well trained German shepherd.  My own dog was named Duckie when rescued from the pound, and I said what kind of dog name is Duckie, and renamed him on the spot to Doobie, which people assume is in honor of the band Doobie Brothers, named in honor of the slang name for a marijuana joint, but I prefer to think my dog's name refers to the old Roy Orbison song "Ooby Dooby".

The dog park surface is covered with wood chips and shavings and every few months  a city truck dumps a fresh pile of it there.  Unfortunately, some dogs, including my dog, like to chew on the pieces of wood which causes them to vomit and have diarrhea. All of it later, when they return to their home carpets and couches.
 
I hear that's a great place to meet women, said to me a friend when I informed him that I visited the dog park daily.  You heard wrong, I told him, although I once met a lovely Argentinian there, who came in the mornings with her brother and three purebreds.  What is it with the dogs chewing on the wood, I wondered sitting next to her on a bench one day watching the action.  It's treated with fish oil, she told me, which acts as a weed killer, but attracts the dogs, especially after rain.   That was the last time we spoke, and  she, her brother and the three dogs disappeared after the New Year.

"The Lady Vanishes", said my friend, a Hitchcock enthusiast.