I went to Central Park today and settled down in Sheep Meadow with a big group of friends, my dog (Goya, a Jack Russell Chihuahua mix and the ultimate babe-magnet), and a lot of food and wine. Two hours later, a sweaty park employee stumbled over and told me that dogs weren’t allowed on the lawn. Of course, the only signs stating this were about 4 inches wide and placed near your feet at one of a dozen small entrances to the meadow. I had to leave my friends to their football and feasting and take Goya back downtown to Grandma’s, where I slept.