I planned a special day with Muffin yesterday. I figured he should get some exercise, because he hasn't been out of the laundry room since we took him to the river. Dogs act up if they don't get what they need, and the last thing I want is more trouble from him. I'm still a little afraid of him!
I called in sick to work and slept in a little. Then I got up and loaded Muffin into the backseat of the car. He was acting weird, and he smelled like a nest of dead possums. But there's no sense in washing him now when he's just going to get dirty again at the dog park. I pulled into the Waffle House, cracked a window for Muffin to bark through, and went inside for some quality grub.
The food was good, but the waitress was worthless. She only filled my coffee three times, and as with so many places, forgot about me when it was time to bring the check. I sat there for twenty minutes waiting, but I didn't care too much because I had my smokes. That's one thing you non-smokers don't realize. You're all impatient, and therefor annoying as hell to restaurant waitstaff.
I was putting my last cigarette out on my dirty plate when the waitress finally came back. She gave me this shitty look, pointed at my plate, and said, "That's nasty, and rude!". I stood up and loudly replied, "You know what's rude? Making me wait 20 minutes for a damn ash tray!". Needless to say, that bitch didn't get a tip. She's lucky she didn't get a slap!
I got back out to the car and drove us to the Dogwood Dell dog park. I want my dog to socialize more with other dogs so he'll get used to it. But Muffin was having none of it! He was avoiding the other dogs and sniffing around the people and the chairs. I saw him lift his leg and piss onto somebody's neatly folded fleece jacket. Nobody else saw it, so I didn't say anything.
He started running around the perimeter of the field, then he slowed down and started walking over to the most beautiful little purebred Beagle. The Beagle's owner and I were standing on the other side of the field, laughing about how cute they were being. The laughter stopped when Muffin mounted the Beagle and proceeded to give her the humping of her life! The owner wanted me do something, but there's no way I'm interrupting Muffin at a time like this!
We concluded that neither dog was fixed, which really pissed this woman off. I think I was pretty graceful about it, considering the way she was yelling in my face. Meanwhile, Muffin pranced back over to us and laid down like he was ready for a nap. The lady wanted my information in case any puppies came of this unholy union. Instead I have gave her a fake name, and the number to the Dollar General on Hull Street Road.