This is The Dog at the local Dog Park. Pretty scuzzy looking. Please note: the accumulation of refuse way down at the other end, right where a KILLER Dobermann is chained to a wrought-iron bench. Thank God, it's securely anchored down.
The Dog loves the Dog Park. He adores the smells, etc. To me, the pestilent stink rivals an elephant house at the zoo. Instead, it's an odiforous buffet for The Dog. It takes him from 30 to 40 minutes to sniff-sniff-sniff... occasionally lifting his leg on cogent traces... all around the make-shift perimeter fence which, encloses The Dog Area off from the People Park. I usually read a freebie newspaper left behind on a bench or, talk with folk I know & like until The Dog is done. Then, he wants to head for home... immediately. The Dog is not keen on the canine riff-raff. They bother him. The Dog does not play well with others.
That not-so Golden Retriever splayed out on the scuzzy gravel is Tea. She is The Dog's ex-flame. It was Hot & Heavy there for a while, lo' these many years ago, back when they were renegade puppies. Now, Tea can't stand him. She shows him her teeth! Gads. The Dog has just been thwarted in his 3rd Rape Attempt. Tea did more than just show him teeth. She growled & nipped at him. Time for home.
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