They gather to walk dogs.
But the dogs would rather wrestle and chase.
Neutered animals still desiring to play act at the game of “something’s on the line.”
Do the dogs know where they’re headed?
They haven’t a care in the world – except for the next squirrel, the next bunny, the next participant in the wrestle.
The next hidden lollipop from the piñata broken by children.
The next quotidian miracle.