D.O.P.-T.

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This morning's walkies was lively. As we were coming up to the first corner, a little dog with a tufty tail ran right out of his yard, diagonally across the intersection - which was luckily clear - and came up to bump noses with Bear, followed by his distraught owner, who managed to scoop him up before he departed for points unknown. Then as we came to the park playing fields, the Sheltie and his owner were headed for their minivan after playing ball, and he and Bear were eager to discuss ball playing. At the bleachers, the housemate's dog reverted to puppyhood and decided to take a detour up the steps; after getting the hang of it, Bear decided to come down on the other side by bounding from one bench to another. Then on the other side of the playing fields, a lady was proceeding slowly along with a stroller and baby in one hand and a spotty standard poodle in the other, and Bear and the poodle wanted to play. Shortly after we let them go by, there was a toddler exploring with his grandpa, who got all goggle-eyed at Bear's size and hairiness. Then the housemate's dog flushed a fluffy grey cat out of the tomato plants inside the fence at the chicken owners' house, and Yoda the Himalayan, who had been on the fence, came to join in daring the dogs to come into the yard and fight.

I hope nobody was trying to sleep.