Once upon a present-day time, there were a bunch of dogs scrambling around a dog park, sniffing at things, pooping, sniffing at things, playing ball, sniffing at things... These dogs weren't just sniffing anything, they were sniffing countless, untold stinky things--but stinky things that were precious to them. There was an ice cream cone that had been stepped on with a dirty shoe, but it looked and smelled so delicious. There was a muddy tennis ball that millions of other dogs had in their mouths containing, the remains of saliva that told millions of dog stories. There was even poop, in abundance, that dog owners neglected to pick up with a mutt mitt. Damn them! Lastly, there was the scent of DOGS: big dogs (the gently giants), little squirmy dogs, wiggly-diggly dogs, fast dogs, slow dogs, intellectual dogs that had just earned their Master's Degree at obedience school, and lovable, dumb dogs that wagged their tails at just about anybody and anything. Yes, dogs were all over that dog park. It was a day to play!
