My Favorite Part of the Dog Park

I chase my tail, and bark happily, because my master has brought me today I make friends all over the place, careful to speak in the secret language only we dogs know. it is not that I do not want to speak to the master, but he does not understand dog-speak, not as well as he could, but well enough to give me love, which is what I am after anyway, so all is well. my master is sitting on a hard thing, ignoring me. Now might be the right time to do a little joyful butt-sniffing. It is my favorite part of dog park. Uh-oh. Busted.