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Dog Park decorum could use a dose of manners. Mine are fine. Everyone else? No.
A few days post-MRI, and lotsa Excedrin later, took the two mutts to a nearby dog park, despite temperatures in the upper 20s.
Astro doesn’t care. He’s part Husky. Moose loves the attention . . . because of course he gets none at home.
Everyone was masked except, well you know who. The CDC had not informed the public that the risk of transmission outside was, oh, about zero.
One woman saw that I was not masked. She stated loud enough for everyone, “Get the HELL out of here if you’re not going to wear a mask!”
I sat on a bench and said, “Okay, please tell me how they work.”
She informed me that all she wanted to do was leave the dog park and I was in her way. I was not, and after some more invective, she left.
About a week later the CDC posted new guidelines for masking. Outside, the possibility of contracting Covid was about Zero, said the inept bureaucracy. I kept going to the dog park and waiting for an apology. To this day I’ve never gotten one. Odd because I’ve seen the angry, pinch-faced, jackass, loser several times since our incident.
Hoping for an opening when I can say, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Hey, Ugly-On-A-Stick, please put a mask on! Don’t want to accidentally offer you a Milk-Bone.”
Oh please. Oh please. Oh please.
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