When I arrived at the P-A-R-K today with Alpha Dad and Sister Martian, there was a policeman trying to give people tickets for having their dogs off-leash during No Dogs Allowed hours. Since I couldn’t read the No Dogs sign, I walked right into the P-A-R-K and luckily wasn’t caught be the policeman. Unfortunately, some of my friends got busted by the strict cop. I don’t understand why they won’t let dogs off-leash at the P-A-R-K after 9:00- nobody is ever there during the day and we’re not bothering anyone! Some rules Rules in general don’t make any sense to me.
When I was entering the P-A-R-K, I ran into my friend and fellow basset: Chip. Chip was heading back toward the parking lot with his parents. In his mouth was a headless wabbit. Chip was looking mighty pleased with himself, and he even let me take a sniff of his prize. For some reason, his parents weren’t thrilled about Chip’s find. Chip’s Dad kept trying to get him to drop the wabbit, but of course Chip wouldn’t do something that stupid. What sort of basset hound would drop such a prize just because someone asked them nicely? Unfortunately, Chip’s Mom proved to be a real Alpha Parent. She grabbed the wabbit by the hind legs and yanked it out of Chip’s mouth, and then flung it off the trail. Chip and I both gazed wistfully at the dead wabbit lying in the grass.
The good news: there is always next time, assuming that Chip and I aren’t kept out of the P-A-R-K by some policeman who doesn’t like dogs.