I took Bubba and Peaches to the dog park in Carmichael.  I haven't taken Peaches to one since our first experience at Granite Dog Park shortly after I adopted her, which left much to be desired.  There were just too many dogs for the size of the park, and large, boisterous breeds were barreling through the park, which frightened her.  Carmichael Dog Park is shady and large and has a separate fenced area for small, old, or shy dogs.  I didn't have to take Peaches in there, though.  She has mellowed quite a lot since our first visit to a dog park.  She was a bit nervous at first but took Bubba's lead and followed him around the park, exploring and socializing with the other dogs.  Fortunately, there were hardly any other dogs there, although there was another basset, Lulu, which made four bassets in all, including my friend's adopted hound, Abby.  I was in hound heaven!  Except for a chihuahua (who peed in my friend's purse), an adorable beagle pup and a couple of other dogs, we pretty much had the whole park to ourselves.  It made for a good experience for Peaches, and I was proud of her obvious progress (it's only taken nearly two years!).  Bubba lasted about 45 minutes at the park, then he began to get grumpy and snappish with the other dogs, so it was time to take the old boy home for his nap.  If I were 100 in dog years, I'd be as grumpy as Bubba.  I think young Peaches was glad to get home for her nap, too.  Dog parks are exhausting!  I hope they are rested up.  Tomorrow we head up the hill for more Tahoe adventures.