Whose diary is this anyway?

Dylan writes:

I don't think Ron's gotten it yet. This is supposed to be my diary not his (he'd love to be one of those psychic people). I was minding my own business at the dog park today so I don't think he knows I saw a couple of interesting things happen.

I was waiting for him to throw a ball for me and a really enthusiastic guy dog who was much taller than me used his mouth to try to get Ron to give him the ball. Ron went "ouch," and it was probably loud because he had headphones on. When he took his glove off his hand looked like that dog kissed him really hard and didn't know how to kiss! Ron's hand had these cool red marks where the strange dog gave him a hickey.

After that dog left, Ron met another dog and it was pretty funny. He was talking to this professional dog sitter lady and Ron was asking her how she knew that once the boarding dog's parents were 3000 miles away the dog wouldn't go psycho.

Just then this nice sized golden retriever (I don't know what it is about goldens but they piss me off, especially if we're both on leash), started sniffing Ron. But I didn't care since this was my day off, so I went after another ball.

Suddenly the big golden tries to mount Ron, and he doesn't know I know, but Ron hasn't had a lot of experience with dogs so this is the first time for him. And I also know Ron doesn't have the nerve or the savvy to get this dog to immediately roll over on its belly, which it sorely needs.

Ron was too busy saying to the pro lady, "What the f*?" to notice that not only was my little butt wiggling to the big beat, but I had a big sh* eating grin on my face.

Top that, Ron.

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