Fresno Famous

You must rise by 6 a.m. every morning to get your ornery brown dog to the dog park by 7 a.m. That's when my dog tried to hump your dog (a male I think), and you shooed my male dog away saying "He doesn't like that." But your dog made that abundantly clear with a swipe of his paw and a glimpse of his sharp teeth. No harm, no foul. That's how dogs naturally work their stuff out. With, our without, us.
Then a roving pit bull who grasped onto the collar of a bitch named Sugar for five -straight minutes, bringing the white dog to the ground several times, ambled toward the bench to your ornergy brown dog, you, and your blue-haired human friend with the snobby poodle.
The pit bull wanted to sniff and lick your dog's muzzle, to see what what kind of fun he could get out of your faithful companion. Your dog started snarling and snapping. You screamed out for the owner to grab his dog because your dog "didn't want to play."
Then this guy with the McDonald's coffee grabs his pit bull and lays him out back against the ground, on a time-out. I'm thinking "Geez, this is a place where dogs are suppossed to socialize. Otherwise, I wouldn't go there, to risk getting poop on my shoes, or to get peed on by another dog (which I almost did last week. At least that gay guy owner was nice.)
Ornery old lady, who told her friend she was teaching a tai chi class that day (Note: you can't find your chi if you have to straddle your snarling retriever as you flirt with the young red-haired dude with the noisy black shepherd and shady border collie), keep your anti-social, Marxist, plum-mean dog away from the dog park.