I was at the clearing. I wanted to know when the dogs would be here. I wanted to know when... when... they would come since I was now here. It was all too precise. I felt it. My heart beat. It was here that I knew that my mind was so at peace with this following decision: I would watch the dogs, and after that, I would make sure that they were alright. This was not going to be easy. I would have to fight off my urges to sleep and give up. But I would not let them stop me. I approached the dogs with a sharp weapon, which was my suit that could make people impressed with just a glance. I then heard a noise, a loud drum-like sound. I listened, and in the distance, I heard the swaying of the trees. It was here that I knew what I had to do. I sat down patiently. I had to wait. The dogs were released into the clearing. I knew what they were here for, but they did not know what I was here for. I was readying myself. 3... 2... 1... "Let out the dogs!" They were out to play, and they were at a park. I was here to observe them and play with them too. The noises I heard were the vehicle horns due to a traffic congestion on the main road nearby. But I had to be swift. I ran. The footsteps were in front of me before I even had my step. That was too fast. I caved into the speed. That was too fast. I jumped a little, but then my feet twanged against the curb. I was immediately assaulted by the winds, but my jacket was caught by me and by the tree. No, my whole body slammed lightly against the tree. I then readjusted myself and quickly claimed stability. This was it. I thought about how I had come here in a hurry. I could not think or reason just yet. So I ran, speedily as I did. I knew that it was too fast. But I had to be elusive. The rain would catch me. The wind would strike me. The world would collapse upon me, because the elements were already in full soar. I returned home, but not before being interrupted by the slamming gate guided by the wind. I grabbed one of the openings of the gate and reached for the lock that slammed shut upon impact. I opened it, but not before I was then pulled back by my sliding feet which skidded against the ramp leading up to my apartment. I needed to contain myself. So I rested by back by sitting down on the metal-encased water meter and accompanying tubes. It was sizable and stable enough that I could sit, but not such that I could discard care and equilibrium. I breathed a bit. I was supposed to play with the dogs, but the rain came so quickly that I had to leave. I was here because this was my apartment, my shelter from the rain and winds and other miscellaneous threats that might become bolstered or worse as a result of these central hazards. I then went in through the gate, closing it quietly. I went inside, after carefully removing my footwear and placing it in neat arrangement. I did not have time to be patient, so I entered with the immediate intention of entering the shower. The shower embraced me, and I was quickly endowed with soap-accompanied water, the fleshy bits called skin becoming rinsed in this modern day blessing. I dispersed myself mentally, sweeping the mess that the previous events had created. This was my equilibrium, my dog park.
I viewed hundreds of dogs at a clearing. Not a single one of them knew what it was that I was there for, but I knew what they were there for... 3... 2... 1... "Let out the dogs!" They let the dogs play, and they were at the newly released park.
A dog adventured forth, his little arms straddling a pillow below his torso. He knew well to test this pillow's fortitude before combatting it with its explorative attacks, tapping at it and biting it like it was a stuffed toy. Though it was. It was gently made enough for him, and his voice echoed such a feeling. In this place, he was fighting off foes while discovering new places beyond his means. It was a place of peace. In other words, bark bark.
A dog watched hundreds of acorns scattered about on the grass. Hundreds of other grass particles were spread on the land. It was a distribution on a scale never before seen, and the dog's simplest reaction was to scream in the form of repeated, emphatic barks. This was worth hollering about, dancing about, and singing about, but the dog's mere tools were his four legs, head, and the rest of his canine body. How could a dog further express his exhilaration? He leapt and barked with a euphoric tone in repetition. This was enough for him, as he ran around incessantly before letting himself rest in the shade under a tree. The acorns were all around, and he was surrounded by them, in a manner similar to a human child's relationship with his mother's hug.