please, please don't bring me back to the dog park. i beg thee, i beseech thee. i hate the dog park. nothing good comes out from there. i am sorry i bit you, ok? but, please give me back my freedom. i am not allowed to bark at other dogs anymore. i have to sit in the prison yard (dog park) as bigger, meaner dogs come up to me (pouf poodle) and taunt and tease me. one of them called me a mommy dog (irish terrier) 'cause i'm on the leash. it would be like a child person showing up to school in a diaper. i cant take it anymore. i'm not allowed to bark at the squirrels, not even the one that was in the tree, showering dried leaves down at me. and everyone knows that it's ok to bark at squirrels because (say it with me), they are RATS WITH TAILS!! i'm not even allowed to bark at the piece of plastic being lifted by tiny gusts of wind, wielding it's way towards the chainlink fence.
my life has ended. my love of the bark has been forced into silence. my woe is plain and visible. i cant see the light anywhere, because im now lying under the covers. i mean, if i cant be me, what will i become? some old fart dog who sleeps all day? will my vocal chords shrink until my glorious bark that i have spent years perfecting becomes like the sound of a duck or one of those squeaky toys?
most importantly, will she love me again? must i become a dog with no character, no personality?
come on now, you know that's not me.
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