DJ almost lost a hold of the leash when Bozo started running to the to the dog park gate. Undeterred by the taunt collar lessening his oxygen, Bozo dragged DJ out of the parking lot.
"One day, you're really going to choke yourself." DJ muttered. Bozo just let out a strangled bark as he stared up at the gate.
DJ creaked the gate open just enough for Bozo and him to slip through. Despite his dog's pleas, DJ made sure to lock the gate before taking the leash off Bozo. With a happy bark the dog dashed across the grass, stopping to sniff the other dogs scattered throughout.
DJ dropped the string bag on an empty bench before sitting. All the supplies a dog owner would need, water, bowl, snacks, frisbee, poop bags, rope toy, and squeaker toy rattled together.
A nearby Weimaraner perked its ears up at the sound, bounding over. The dog ignored DJ as it sniffed at the pack, deciding to woof once it determined there were things in there it wanted.
DJ looked over just as the dog grabbed the gag. "Hey!" He reached for it, but the gray dog jerked backwards, the straps slipping through DJ's fingertips.
As DJ made another lunge, the dog started running. "Drop it!" He shouted. The Weimaraner didn't obey, but Bozo, who had found an abandoned flattened tennis ball dropped his new treasure at the sound of his owner's voice.
DJ resisted the urge to flat out chase the thief, but even the stutter stop following he was doing caught the attention of Bozo. Upon seeing his owner and another dog with the bag Bozo knew carried treats, he wanted in on the fun.
One gray dog zagged around a tree, DJ tried to catch the bag by going around the other way, and Bozo zigged around with DJ. The two dogs bumped into each other, and Bozo started to wrestle.
With the bag dropped, stepped on, but otherwise forgotten about, DJ was able to snatch it back.
"Hey!" DJ flinched as a tall, well built man ran over. "Get your mutt off Silver!"
"What?" DJ blinked, and then it clicked. "Oh, Bozo is just playing."
With a huff the man stomped past DJ, shoulders bumping. Silver whined as his owner pulled him away. Bozo tilted his head at the retreating duo, then at DJ and then started sniffing st the bag.
"I guess since you can't play with Silver, I'll play with you."
Bozo wagged his tail and barked as DJ pulled out the tug of war rope.
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