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Free at last, free at last, it's about bloody time I'm free at
last!
This is what freedom looks like. And merde, is it slobbery.
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| Only one dog would be bold enough to brave the tamed wilds of
urban Minnesota, even with predators far bigger and more able
than she in her midst. That's right, it's... |
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Armed with more than a few dog treats, a lot of water, and an
overdeveloped sense of curiosity disproportionate to her size,
Sofia headed with her attendants to an inner-city park to observe
the wildlife in their marginally-natural habitat. |
| She was amazed to discover the lay of land over which she'd had
no idea she ruled, and more than a bit miffed to find out that
it was inhabited by more than one dog. She did try and discuss
lodging arrangements with the ducks, but they were unresponsive
to her approach (which involved a lot of splashing and some overzealous
socializing). |
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But lo and behold, Sofi also found that within her manse, there
lay a fenced-in area in which she could run -- gasp! -- without
her leash. Unfortunately, she discovered many other dogs had
the same priviledge, all of whom were several times her size,
and not particularly submissive. |
| But, in due course, she found her own quiet area, where she commenced
to make herself look as ridiculous as possible, and savored the
taste of freedom and the sweet flavor of knowing the world is
your biscuit. |
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