Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Dog Days of Summer

In an odd stroke of irony, my post office shares a fence with the neighboring dog park.


Go figure.

Every day I see dogs happily playing in the park, or barking, or fighting, or being yelled at. All typical things at a dog park. But there was one time I saw something out of the ordinary. An old man with his little black dog came to visit the park. The dog, being a newcomer, quickly drew attention and other dogs came over to inspect him. This scared the old man so much that he picked the dog up and dangled it like a piece of meat at arm’s length, trying to keep it away from the curious dogs. That only riled them up and they started bouncing at it like dolphins for a fish. More dogs came. The old man began to shuffle in a circle, arms outstretched, looking for a way out of the doggy mosh-pit, holding his limp dog and turning as if he were showcasing a treat. If that weren’t enough turmoil, his pants began to fall down. Now he’s pulling up his pants with one hand, dangling the dog in his other, shuffling madly to no avail while the canines jump fanatically at the hapless creature who’s probably wishing for a much quicker and less painful death.

It ended very well however, with several people coming to the man’s rescue and helping him leave the park with his dog intact and pants secure.

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