The Dukester and I went on a mini-adventure today. We went to the dog park!
There were big dogs and little dogs, and Duke was the biggest, although he didn't know it (sweet thing, doesn't even know how to spell b-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e, let alone challenge another dog). They ran around, sniffing each other and wrestling, sliming and drooling and barking and playing. Basically, it was a dog's day, and what a day Duke had.
And while the puppies were running around and playing, having the time of their lives, this is what their humans were talking about:
"Hi! Which one is yours?"
"Oh, she sure is a cutie, whats her name?"
"Wow, he's so big, how old is he?"
"Oh, mine doesn't like to chew shoes, she prefers paper"
"He looks just like mine used to! Oh, I miss my baby dog!" (this was me, I'll admit)
"Wow, your pup certainly likes to run!"
"Man, he's all muddy. Looks like someone needs a bathy-wath!"
And so on. Ad nauseum, if I may.
