My Dog Did What?

I was talking to my homies on my cell phone.  
I was at the dog park.  I got a little bit carried away.  
Perhaps I was a bit loud. 
A bunch of people were headed over to me.
"Uh, it's about your dog," said the guy in the blue parka.
"That's not my dog.  I don't own a dog," I shouted at them.

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I made a bee-line for the exit, hoping my dog would meet me there.  But I ended up cornered near the poop bag dispenser.
"We've been watching you," said this like mousy chick with yellow waterproof boots.  "We're concerned."
I began to punch the digits for my lawyer into the cell phone.
"It's about your dog..."

 "What dog?"  I asked them.

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They all stood there.  A dozen or more of them.   Various walks of life all unified in their shock and outrage.  All them directing their attention at me.

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"Make it stop. Your dog is frightening my children!" said this tired looking lady in an unflattering grey sweatsuit.
My dog did what?  "Zoozoo," I shouted.  "CAR!  NOW!"
Our car was pelted with rocks as I skidded the tires on my way out.
"What the hell was their problem?" Zoozoo asked me later in the car on the way home."I don't know," I told her.  "It was like they had never seen a talking dog before."

Mike McKenzie 2013