Life is truly wonderful, and anyone who tells you otherwise is full of shit.
A man in a white park maintenance truck said “hey” to the character with the frisbee dog.
A reprimand coming perhaps.
A curt warning not to have the damned dog off leash.
The character approached the truck window with caution, uneasy with any flavor of park authority.
The maintenance man reached into a stash box on the truck’s bench seat and pulled out a package.
A fully-sealed 100-piece portion of dog bag turd retrievers.
Ah, relief.
A gift from man to man, perhaps to dog.
A nice gesture during an otherwise mosquito-bitten Monday dawn chorus.