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Bark, bark, bark!

A six-pound blur of fury bounds across Butcher Dog Park and pounces on a white, shaggy haired terrier mix. He runs away looking over his right shoulder but the terrier gives him a smug look. She isn’t interested in playing.

Bark, bark, bark!

The scruffy pup growls playfully at the variety of dogs in hopes of finding a playmate. He bows, tail high in the air wagging furiously and screams, “BARK!” He glances up; his lips curled into a smile as if to say, “Look at me, Mom.”

“That’s a cute ‘lil one right there,” says a women using one hand to point at the talkative puppy and the other to tug on the spandex between her colliding thighs. Then she runs her hands through her home-highlighted blonde mullet, which had been pulled back into a braided ponytail. Although the zippers on her leather jacket were blindingly bright, less could be said about her smile. Only a few teeth were missing, however, the remnants of her breakfast seemed to fill the gaps nicely. After adjusting her dark brown, over sized biker sunglasses, she waddles over to a bench showing off some very impressive wedgy release maneuvers. Unfortunately, attempts fail due to her three-sizes-too-small, worn, black stretch pants. She plops down on a bench opposite of her equally attractive friend and pulls her faded Oakland A’s t-shirt from her belly rolls. “Yup, that’s a cute one.”