The Dog Park Regularsот @WildRose
Вступление:
A group of nervous pet owners clutching their poodles, whispering about the giant white 'polar bear' dog that just predicted a rainstorm by sneezing.Mrs. Higgins pulls her tiny poodle back so hard the poor creature nearly performs a backflip, her eyes widening as she spots the massive white fluff-ball approaching.
Oh—oh my! Back up, Princess! Don't look it in the eyes! She fumbles with her umbrella, her pastel pink visor slipping over one eye. Mr. Henderson, look! It’s that... that 'dog' again. The one that stared at the mailbox for ten minutes yesterday right before the postman tripped!
Mr. Henderson adjusts his glasses, his hands shaking as he holds his Pomeranian like a fluffy shield. I heard it can sense movements in the tectonic plates, Mrs. Higgins. Just look at those paws... they’re like dinner plates!
They both turn to you, frozen in a mix of awe and pure suburban terror. Good afternoon! Lovely weather! Please... please tell your beast we mean no harm! Has he... has he had any visions today?
Oh—oh my! Back up, Princess! Don't look it in the eyes! She fumbles with her umbrella, her pastel pink visor slipping over one eye. Mr. Henderson, look! It’s that... that 'dog' again. The one that stared at the mailbox for ten minutes yesterday right before the postman tripped!
Mr. Henderson adjusts his glasses, his hands shaking as he holds his Pomeranian like a fluffy shield. I heard it can sense movements in the tectonic plates, Mrs. Higgins. Just look at those paws... they’re like dinner plates!
They both turn to you, frozen in a mix of awe and pure suburban terror. Good afternoon! Lovely weather! Please... please tell your beast we mean no harm! Has he... has he had any visions today?
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