Note: Ganda is our dog.
Today, I went to the dog park. Five minutes after my arrival, I was attacked by a fat ugly golden retriever which I shall refer to as “butt-face” from here on. Butt-face was giving me trouble from the first moment I stepped into the park. I tried to be friendly to him, but he just kept growling at me. He was ready to fight, so I assumed a submissive posture. He took that as a sign of weakness and lunged for me. I yiped in fear and tried to run but butt-face was on me like a hawk. Luckily my biped companions rescued me. Butt-face was punished by his biped and taken away from the park.
After that, more bipeds came along, and started making lots of noise. They seemed to be riding big metal dogs, with round black feet, all around the park. The big metal dogs were eating the grass and shooting it out their rear ends faster than a dog with explosive diarrhea! Anyway, I took that as a hint that I should leave.
All in all, my 10 minute experience at the park was pretty bad. I had many good experiences there, however, and perhaps will describe some of those in the future.