I grabbed my camera. One by one they came in, short, fat, long hair, short hair, white, black, brown, red, yellow, young, old, disabled or challenged, tall, skinny, males, females, and that was just the dogs.They greeted each other with excitement, calm reserve or kisses. What was happening? In a society with so much "Social" capabilities that often we still fall short from human interaction, judgment, diversity, tolerance and compassion, I was watching a pack of dogs get it right.In turn the human beings smiled at each other, they put their smart phones down and communicated by talking, hugging, laughing. In the magic twilight dog park "Yappy Hour", the human beings did everything right, they got along, they enjoyed another person company that maybe they would have never talked to before, never would have become friends with, never would have given that person a second glance on the street. They used problem solving skills to nip issues in the bud before they got out of hand; they worked together as a team to provide support to the next person needing help with their chair or bag. Each person was very different but yet they were the same with their dogs and for those brief couple of hours they all received something that I am sure they were all unaware of receiving, ACCEPTANCE.