The Poop Nazi
Demographics: usually female and 50+
She’s the one who, as soon as a dog looks like it’s squatting over to poop, will yell “SOMEONE’S DOG IS POOPING!” She’ll yell at you, screaming that your dog is pooping, even as you’re running over to Fido with plastic bags in hand. She’ll yell at you if your female dog is squatting low to pee, because it looks like she could be pooping. She’ll blame you for stray poops she picks up around the park, even if you’ve just walked through the airlock moments ago.
The Pug Posse
Demographics: urban hipsters in their 20s, usually female
They all meet up at a certain time every day, each with one or more pugs. Just as the pugs play in their own little world, shunning the big dogs, members of Pug Posse ignore everyone else at the dog park who doesn’t own a pug.
Womyn of the Wolf
Demographics: lesbian women in their 30s and older
They’re living stereotypes: two stocky, butch women with short hair, arriving in a Subaru Forester, with a Siberian Husky, Malamute, or Arctic breed mutt that looks “wolfy” in tow.
The Mutt Snob
Demographics: female, late 30s and up.
They usually arrive in a beater car covered with bumper stickers with phrases like “Don’t Breed or Buy While Homeless Pets Die”. All their attention is directed towards mutts, especially the “SPCA brown n’ black” variety. With the zeal of a Baptist missionary or Linux user, they preach the superiority of mutts over purebred dogs; hybrid vigor, less prone to genetic diseases, and so on. They chastise owners of purebreds for paying hundreds or thousands of dollars on a dog while hundreds of homeless mutts are put down in animal shelters every day. Allergies to shedding dogs, desiring a certain temperament, or rescuing a purebred aren’t adequate excuses for not owning a Chow/German Shepherd/Lab/Beagle mix.
The Agility Hippie
Demographics: usually male, mid-to-late 20s to mid-40s.
Looking as if they followed Widespread Panic around the country for the past two months, you’ll see the Agility Hippie off in one corner of the dog park, playing frisbee with their obsessive/compulsive Australian Shepherd. Of course, dogs being social creatures, many will venture over to compete for the frisbee with “Jerry”, “Fillmore”, “Windsong” or “Kindbud”. The result: the Agility Hippie’s mellow will be harshed, and he’ll usually yell to the pack of humans “Hey, man! Keep your dogs away from us! We’re in training, man!”
How about your dog park patron archetypes?