dog parks are weird. there's that scene in that McCullough movie where one dog person asks another their name and she responds that "no. sorry. we're here for the dogs."

that's a pretty accurate description of the goings on in the dog parks in Toronto. they're all the same: friendly dogs, unfriendly dog owners.

today didn't look any better. the odd thing is how most of the walkers stick to their own areas. there are the wallflower types who hang around the edges, their pets running in the creeks and shrubbery and there are the professional walkers who take up the middle of the park, some of them with as many as six dogs with them. they're right down to business, throwing balls and doing their damnedest to tucker out their "clients"--an exhausted dog for when the owner's get home means a happy customer.

and as i think that my mind skips to sex. i once dated this guy P--- and he used to have a very odd definition of "Sex" and "Foreplay." rather than the usual definitions that people had, his were all based on time.

"Foreplay is anything under an hour, regardless of the activity. Anything over an hour is sex."

so, to him, a ten-minute fuck in the bathroom of a chi chi restaurant was foreplay but a 2 hour blow job or makeout session was sex. i'm not so sure i agreed with him, but i can say for sure that his way of thinking was a lot more clear than most people's.

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