To the girl at the dog park

South ave near Johnson st, Missoula MT

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You were at the dog park last Wednesday. You were a curvy blonde in a grey fleece with black yoga pants with your hair pulled back. You had kind of a low, sultry voice and were very articulate. You had an auburn colored dog that was 11 months old, the same age as my dog. I made a food themed pun about your dog's name that you seemed to find amusing. My dog adored you - she couldn't get enough snuggles, and I thought maybe you liked her too. Then again, I never have been good at picking up on whether or not people like my dog. At one point, you stood up and you had muddy wood chips all over your face - when I pointed this out, you wiped them off and said "Did I get it?" with an ambiguous note of sarcasm and smile that would make a pup's knees weaker than early onset Degenerative Myelopathy. I was cold and a little under-dressed, but we were enjoying your company, so the four of us stayed for nearly an hour after everyone else had left. My dog would really like to see you again, and she's wicked pissed that I didn't even get your name. She pointed out that we'd never even seen you there before, so hoping to simply run into you again at the dog park was a wholly unreasonable expectation. She couldn't believe I didn't have enough sense to get your name, never mind your number. I tried explaining to her that it doesn't work like that, and you can't just hit on attractive strangers in a public place, but she's just a puppy, so she has a tenuous grasp of human social mores. I pointed out that you used the pronoun "they" a couple of times as evidence that maybe you had a boyfriend and didn't want a rando asking you out at the park, and she just goes "She probably meant her and her dog, fuckface!" and I'm like, "Language, young lady!" So... here I am, getting lectured on MY judgement like she didn't just almost get pissed on because of her lack of personal space FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES. The absolute nerve of this dog! I mean, she was inconsolable. I had to give her like 8 fries AND a bully stick so she would stop staring daggers at me. At any rate, if you're out there somewhere... my dog is super bummed and she's worried we'll never see you again. She wants to run in between your feet when she picks a fight with a dog twice her size, get scratches behind her ears, and maybe take you out to dinner or something. Socializing my dog is very important to me, and so is her happiness. She is very smol, and has no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that she is under. If you were to find yourself free on a Wednesday in the relatively near future at around the same time and wanted to take your dog to the park, well... you would make a melancholy lil' puppy and an aging devil dog very happy.