The Players
Me: Dur.
Big Dog: Black Lab, 8 years old.
Little Dog: Yorkie mix, 7 months old, puppy.
Mean Dog: Boxer seen from under a fence.
The Scenario
[Me, Big Dog, and Little Dog enter a large meadow lined by apartments and fenced-in yards. I take both dogs off leashes to let them romp and play in the meadow.]
Little Dog: *Romp* *Romp* *Romp*
Big Dog: *Sniff* *Sniff*
Me: Aww. Happy puppies. *Smile*
Mean Dog: Arf?
Little Dog: A bird! *chase across black mud and near street*
Me: ACK! Come back here right now Little Dog!
Mean Dog: Grr. Arf.
Big Dog: Eh? Who's arfing at me?
Little Dog: Shit is about to go down. I'm so THERE! *hurries back*
Mean Dog: Grrr. ARFARFARFARF! *tries to get under the fence*
Big Dog: Oh HELLS NO! Grrr BOWOWOW!
Little Dog: Hi Mean Dog! Can we be best friends?
Me: Get away from that mean dog!
Mean Dog: Eh?
Big Dog: Wussy. *leaves*
Little Dog: So, we friends or what?
Mean Dog: Hmm. No. ARFARFARFARF!
Big Dog: *Poop*
Little Dog: Fine. See ya! *Goes sniffing*
Me: *Cleans up poop*
Little dog: I found a dead squirrel! Yay! *rolls*
Me: ACK!
Little Dog: What?
Mean Dog: Arf! ARF! Where are you guys going?
Big Dog: I think I see a cat! *Runs away*
Me: ACK! Get back here!
Me: *Finally catches both dogs and leashes them* I'm never doing that again.
FIN
Me: Dur.
Big Dog: Black Lab, 8 years old.
Little Dog: Yorkie mix, 7 months old, puppy.
Mean Dog: Boxer seen from under a fence.
The Scenario
[Me, Big Dog, and Little Dog enter a large meadow lined by apartments and fenced-in yards. I take both dogs off leashes to let them romp and play in the meadow.]
Little Dog: *Romp* *Romp* *Romp*
Big Dog: *Sniff* *Sniff*
Me: Aww. Happy puppies. *Smile*
Mean Dog: Arf?
Little Dog: A bird! *chase across black mud and near street*
Me: ACK! Come back here right now Little Dog!
Mean Dog: Grr. Arf.
Big Dog: Eh? Who's arfing at me?
Little Dog: Shit is about to go down. I'm so THERE! *hurries back*
Mean Dog: Grrr. ARFARFARFARF! *tries to get under the fence*
Big Dog: Oh HELLS NO! Grrr BOWOWOW!
Little Dog: Hi Mean Dog! Can we be best friends?
Me: Get away from that mean dog!
Mean Dog: Eh?
Big Dog: Wussy. *leaves*
Little Dog: So, we friends or what?
Mean Dog: Hmm. No. ARFARFARFARF!
Big Dog: *Poop*
Little Dog: Fine. See ya! *Goes sniffing*
Me: *Cleans up poop*
Little dog: I found a dead squirrel! Yay! *rolls*
Me: ACK!
Little Dog: What?
Mean Dog: Arf! ARF! Where are you guys going?
Big Dog: I think I see a cat! *Runs away*
Me: ACK! Get back here!
Me: *Finally catches both dogs and leashes them* I'm never doing that again.
FIN