A story about me
So this dog shows up barking at my house at 7am this morning just below my window (how he got in my backyard i dunno cuz the walls are 5 feet high and the gate is latched so my guess is someone just left him there) a big dog barking at my window, so I take him for a walk it was all very natural and use a plastic-coated bike chain as a leash to the dog park nearby and talk about dogs at the dog park and discourage sex and there’s a lot of bending over and look-and-see and measuring up and dust and malicious stares across the fence to the small-dog park and people ask me what the dog’s name is and i tell them “dog” and i tell them “the dog” and i tell them “i don’t name dogs” and i tell them “i have a lot of names for that dog but none of them u can say in public!” and they say “You’re weird!” and i leave the dog park after my dog takes a steaming shit not too far away and the kids say they’ve never seen that dog
