So, I decided, after coming home to my favorite pillow destroyed, to take Jack to the dog park. I thought it would be great for him to get to run around and play with other dogs.
Well-joke is on me-he doesn't really like other dogs. Well? He may like them too much, I am not sure. He growled at everyone we met, or barked, or ran around like a nut.
So, we ended up by ourselves on the opposite of the park, were Jack, decided he would work on the landscape of the place. I was sitting reading a book, when some official looking person came up to me yelling at the top of her-Billie Jean Kingesque-lungs. "Is this your dog?" Pointing at Jack like he was a criminal. I was surprised and angry, and I answered with a question. "What has he done?" This she repeated several times, growling actually..."What has he done? What has he done?" I looked around and saw Jack sitting there, satisfied with himself, (I swear he was smiling), and several holes in the ground, with grass and dirt everywhere.
Honestly, I don't know what to big deal was. I mean, he is a dog, dogs dig and this is a dog park?
Nevertheless, we were asked to never return.
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