...the puppy does have a face.
He just likes to scrounge around in the dirt, frump up his pony-tail and hide behind his hair.
Doolin had his first "official" dog park experience over the weekend (we have unofficial dog park-type madness every morning in Central Park during off-leash hours and he's been frolicking through that for a while, but a real dog park just feels different).
We didn't get any pictures, but our little Doo held his own in the Big Dog pen. The little dog section was being used for "troubled" and "aggressive" dogs, so everyone with a normal social pooch went on inside the main pen.
He made friends with all kinds of pups, from chihuahuas to goldens to sweet little mutts, and even gave a sniff to the giant horse mastiff that pranced in as we were heading back home.
Honestly, I prefer Central Park during off-leash times; the dogs love running on the soft grass, they have more room to circle and also it is easier for them to form little "best friend" situations, playing one-on-one without random other dogs jogging through their games.
Either way, we end up with a worn out puppy.