'At The Dog Park.' Derek Updegraff PDF
'At The Dog Park.' Derek Updegraff PDF
'At The Dog Park.' Derek Updegraff PDF
At the D og Park
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he crazy lady with the Doberman’s back, over by the front gate
T asking her same question: “Your dog have balls? Hey, does that
dog have balls?” Her dog has balls, and he’s mean and couldn’t care less
about what she says. Yesterday I saw him running all around the parking
lot with his leash on before chasing a jogger. She’s there calling out and he
doesn’t respond to nothing. I hoped he’d get hit by a car or run off into the
mountain, but then again it’s not the dog’s fault he’s such an asshole.
I walk closer to the gate. “No balls. Only your dog has balls. That
She lifts the latch and comes in anyway. “It doesn’t say that.” Her
dog wastes no time, runs away from her with his leash on and zeros in on
between a Poodle and something else, some small breed that starts with a
W. You’ve got a Shepsky, he told me. German Shepherd and Husky mix,
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right? And I said he’s just a mutt, no fancy hybrid, just a m utt from the
shelter.
himself. And he listens. I hike off leash in the mountain, and when he
runs off, I give him time, then call him back, and Bam! he’s there, right by
boy’s Whoodle, and the Whoodle’s a hyper thing, thinks the Dobie
wants to play. It sticks its ass in the air and lowers its head all playful, its
tail wagging like crazy, but the Dobie’s tail isn’t wagging, and its chest
puffs out and it bumps the Whoodle’s side, and just like that the Dobie
spins the Whoodle to mount it, but the Whoodle flips on its back in
the missionary position, and the Whoodle’s owner is screaming like crazy
from twenty feet away, yelling for the dog to stop humping him, that he’s
The crazy lady’s oblivious, filling her water bottle at the drinking
fountain, and Whoodle boy won’t dare get closer, so I go over there and
yank the Dobie off the pup, and he bites my arm hard, and I’m about
to punch it in the head when my m utt’s right there biting its neck. Then
when my arm’s out, he wrestles the Dobie down and clamps down on his
balls, dragging the poor bastard by his coin purse, deflating any envy.
40 • Derek Updegraff
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