I first visited Arcola Creek Park when I was a six-month-old Great Dane puppy with giant paws and absolutely no idea how lakes worked. The waves kept running toward me like they wanted to play, which honestly felt a little suspicious at first, so I spent most of the day hopping backward and hiding behind my mum. Every time I get to come back now, I still give the waves a playful side-eye-I think they remember me, too.
Crazy Maizy the Great Dane
