Dogs of Our Lives: Robert E. Lee Park

Scully, here, with the poop on Robert E. Lee Park.

Trust me, when it comes to the poop on Robert E. Lee Park, nobody can provide it as well as me.

I am an English Mastiff, 150 pounds and – at eight months old -- still growing.

Three or four times a week, I hit the park with my master, Lat Naylor. He’s an artist.

Sunday was a typical day. We got there early, around 9, parked the car, and walked over the pedestrian bridge past that dam.

It's like a giant stairway, with water running over it.


If you didn't need to go when you got there, you will by the time you walk past it, with all the rushing water, which is too bad for you humans, because there are no public restrooms -- at least none that are unlocked.

I hooked up early with a Newfoundland named Anchor. My kind of dog -- big and drooly. Then I chewed on some sticks.

Some of which were still attached to the tree. 

 They’re fresher that way.

Then I met another big dog, named Ace – not quite as big as me – but he galloped right up and he made a growly noise, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to bite me or what.

So I did that submissive thing. I backed away and had some alone time.

Ace approached a few more times, and we started to play.

There were lots of other dogs -- but the little ones, like this guy, weren't into wrestling.


Playing with Ace, I took a few tumbles, as I haven't reached my full grace potential quite yet.

As it turns out, Ace and I really hit it off. We wrestled for a long time – off the leash. I know, it’s illegal, according to the signs, but how much faith can you put in signs like these:

Besides, everybody does it.

Robert E. Lee Park, for a dog, is the best of Baltimore's city parks -- even though it's not in the city.

Lake Roland is in Baltimore County but owned by the city because it's where much of Baltimore's water used to come from. As a result of the absentee ownership, the park is a tad neglected. But also as a result, our masters are less likely to get rousted for letting us off the leash.

It's more than 450 acres.

It has streams and a lake to cool off in.










There are dense forests and scenic trails, and tunnels and footbridges.

It's paradise for a dog.

I think the people have a good time, too -- though not quite as good a time as we do. People are funny. They always ask each other what the other's dog is named, but rarely do they exchange their own names.

That puzzles me. 

Even though they use us dogs to help them socialize, they still like to keep some distance. It's kind of like it was with Ace -- coming up all growly and in my face. At first, I wasn't sure I was going to like him.

But he turned out OK.

If you take the time to get to know somebody, rather than decide on first impression you don't like them -- because their tail's too curly, or their growl's too loud, or their coat's the wrong color -- it usually pays off.

People need to do a better job of sniffing each other out.

Well, that's all for me.

See you at the park.

Your friend, Scully


(If you frequent Robert E. Lee Park, please feel free to use this page to post any comments or information -- about dogs, about dog owners, or about the condition of the park.)


(To visit our entries on other Baltimore City parks frequented by dogs, click on the "Dogs of Our Lives" logo on the rightside rail of this page.)


(Any opinions expressed in this article are not necessarily those of Scully, or his owner, Lat Naylor.)


(All parks referred to in this and other "Dogs of Our Lives" entries are not technically dog parks, with the exception of Canton Dog Park, the only dog park in Baltimore City. At other city parks, dogs are required by law to be on leashes at all times.)

(Photos by John Woestendiek)

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