What happens at the dog park...

My dog has a nemesis at Zilker Park and I've started scheduling our visits around him. His name is Biscuit and he knows what he did.

I pretend not to notice when my dog eats something off the ground so I don't have to explain it to the other owners.

I've been coming to this park for two years and I know every dog's name but not a single owner's. I prefer it this way.

There's a man who brings his dog here every morning and reads the same book. I've been trying to see the title for six months. I think about it more than I should.

My dog is the one who starts it. Every time. I always act surprised.

I told everyone at the park my dog's name is Ranger. His name is Mr. Fluffington. I can never go back on this.

I come here to decompress after work. My dog is just the excuse. She knows. She doesn't mind.

Someone's dog stole my sandwich last Tuesday and the owner just said 'he does that' and walked away. I think about this every day.