‘Ma’am it’s a dog park. Not a babysitting zone for your kid’: Dog owners vent about entitled dogless parents who missed the “dog” part in dog park

Most places in life are labeled well enough that even an overcaffeinated bunny could figure them out. That's how we know Cookware is for cooking. Bathrooms are not for eating. The bus lane is best left un-cartwheeled. Conference rooms are for PowerPoints, not power naps. And, of course, dog parks are for, you guessed it, dog.

The beauty of these spaces is that most of them don't require a manual. But sometimes, a hero arrives determined to test the boundaries of self-explanatory spaces, and it's never a good move.

These dog owners' frustrations are more than understandable. After all, a dog park is supposed to be the one place your furry pal can unleash pure, undiluted chaos without risking a lawsuit or the fate of an overpriced vase. But add a free-range toddler into the mix and suddenly playtime turns into an obstacle course of parental glares and potential court summonses. It's all sunshine and laughter right up until a sixty-pound mastiff, fuelled by three days' worth of pent-up zoomies, into a child whose only protective gear is a Spiderman t-shirt. Then it's scratches, tears, and lawyers exchanging business cards by the "doggy" bag dispenser.