It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and this is my Story

Yesterday I thought that I would take Seamus to the park directly up the street from my house. After all, I rarely visit this park and it was an absolutely gorgeous day. I attempted to recollect the last time I took Seamus to this particular park, but found myself unable to do so. This must have been some sort of crime against humanity, for it is a decent park and ridiculously close to my home.

As I strolled up street, Seamus bopping along at my side, I pondered why my frequent visits to this park had come to an abrupt halt. It is a nice park, there is a respectable playground, and many of my childhood memories took place there.

I shrugged off my cogitations and carried on my short trek to the park.

As soon as we arrived, I scoped out a spot in the beautiful sunshine to mellow shortly. I tossed Seamus a stick, and he eagerly retrieved it and returned it to me. We worked on his basic commands, furthering his fluency of simple tricks.

It was not long, however, before our training session was rudely interrupted. A man, visibly intoxicated, stumbled toward Seamus and I. I backed up cautiously, and then noticed that he had begun to urinate in the middle of the sidewalk. He stared directly at us, and I quickly scooped up Seamus and took refuge behind a young family enjoying a day at the park. I glimpsed over at the drunk man to see what he was doing, and saw him quickly collapse on the sidewalk. Holy shit, I said aloud, shaken.

A few moments later the man rose to his feet and continued on staggering the other way. I looked at Seamus, and then at the man, and quickly remembered why I had stopped visiting this park.