What Happens At The Dog Park

I see my dog sticking his head out the window with his tongue sticking out
I see dogs chasing each other, one the chasie and one the chaser
I see trees
smooth pointy rocks
soft wet grass comforting your footsteps
I see a ball being thrown by its owner for the dog to run after like its life depends on it

I hear dogs barking, panting, and splashing around in the water
I hear a dogs muddy footprints running by
I hear grownups talking about how cute and funny their dog looks

I feel the soft but wet coat of my dog brushing against me
I feel dogs tails wagging so hard that they hurt when they hit you
I feel the wet kisses of slobbery love

I smell the somewhat stinky water of the creek
I smell my wet, stinky, tired, happy, dog going home from the dog park