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Another typical Saturday at the Dog Park, until about 3:30. The parking lot was full and if you were lucky you got a space as someone was leaving, if not you parked on the road or across in the other lot. A gentleman lucked out and pulled into a spot that had opened down in front. He was driving a Subaru SUV with a bike rack and bike on the back and the head of a young white lab peering out the window. He stepped out wearing knee length short and what looked like support hose, tennis shoes and a tee-shirt with a sweat stain streaked down his back. He released pup from the vehicle and proceeded to the Daily box. I noticed no tags so I approached this silver rumpled hair man.
“Good afternoon, Sir. Do you have a rabies tag for your dog?”
“No” was his short reply as he pulled $5.00 out of his wallet.
“Without proof of a rabies vaccine I can not let your pup enter the park.”
“I’ve been here a thousand times and today just because you are here I can not come in?”
“Yes Sir. That is correct, without a rabies tag your dog can not use the park. Those are the rules” I replied as I pointed to the large and highly visible sign next to the entrance gate.
“That is not fair….” And the grumbling went on as I noticed a large well detailed black pickup truck backing down the lot, stopping just a few feet shy of where I was having this conversation. As he spun and huffily walked away tugging his dog behind him a gentleman got out of the truck and walked over to get a park permit and some information. He started to ask a few questions about the park. Then it happened. The man in the Subaru started backing out and directly into the side of the still running black truck. There was a crunch noise and then he pulled slightly forward.

Let’s call the man in the Subaru John and the one in the black truck Bill. John got out of the car and Bill walked over and they both surveyed the damage which was a scratch in the tinted glass of the extended cab and a dent/scratch in the door. John throws his hands up in the air and says
“Everything is good, right?”
“No! Everything is not good. My truck is scratched and dented.”
John proceeds to moisten his fingers and tried to wipe the scratch away and with this Bill said,
“Hey man, don’t touch my truck! Get me your insurance information and I will get mine.”
“You should not have parked your car in the middle of the lot.”
“It isn’t parked, it is still running. I was just stopping to get some information on the park and you should have been looking where you were going. What if someone with their dog was leaving the park? You gonna run over them? Just admit you made a mistake and get your insurance.”

John got back into his car and pulled into the space, then got out and wanted to argue with Bill about how he left his truck.
Bill just wanted John’s insurance info and asked for it three times with John just walking back and forth to his car. At one point Bill said,
“Look you are older then me and acting like a child. You made an error and we have an accident and all that needs to be done is for you to get me your insurance.”
“Well I want your information too.” John’s voice was growing louder.
“I’ll get it as soon as you give me yours.”
“You get yours first!”

Oh boy, I sighed.
I figured it was time for me to step in.
“OK. I will stand here and both of you go at the same time and get your information.”
Bill walked over, opened the door and took out his information. John walked to his car and stood there.
“Well, here is my information where is yours?” Bill pressed John. John said nothing.
“Do I have to call the police to get this resolved?” Bill asked.
“Yes, go ahead and call the police cuz you should not have been parked there.”
“My car is running and you should have been looking where you were going.”
With this John got into his car and Bill called the police.

Meanwhile John’s pup was eyeing the dog park probably having to take a pee and I was keeping an eye on both of them and the incoming dogs.

Bill kept walking up to me and asking
“Do you believe this guy? We could have been gone 15 minutes ago. Do you think he is behaving immaturely?”

John stepped out of his car and walked over to Bill and me and handed him a slip of paper with his insurance information, turned and then proceeded to get in his car and started to back out.
“Hey! Where are you going? The police are on their way.” Bill yelled as he raced up to John’s car. John put the car in park and got out.
“What do you mean the police are coming?”
“You and I both agreed to call the police. If you leave now you are leaving the scene of an accident. Is this your way of admitting you were wrong in backing into my truck and not paying attention?”
Without a word, John got back in his car and proceeded to back out.
“Bill, you might want to get his license tag number in case he gave you bad info.” I suggested.
Bill pulled out his iphone to take a picture of the rear plate but it was blocked by the bike and bike rack so he ran around to the front of the car. John started to hurry off and hit his breaks yelling out the window.
“I am trying to get your license plate number!” Bill yelled as he jumped out of the car’s way. He also got a picture of John yelling out the window at him as he left.

The ending is not all that dramatic; hell I didn’t even get to use my tasser! But the police did show up, verified that the information that John had given Bill was accurate and gave him a police report for his insurance company.

Bill shook my hand and left.

Wow….just cuz I wouldn’t leave a dog into the park!'

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