"Not another crusade!" my friend Carly cried when I told her I was going on the warpath about the lack of a dog park in town.
"Our dogs need a defender. I will be that defender. They need a place to stretch their legs without being accosted by Karens with dogs on leashes, pointing out the law about no dog being off leash. Threatening to call the dog warden right then and there while my dog takes a little swim in the river. Her dog is fat. Mine is slim. Her dog is unhealthy. Mine is a picture of health. We all need protection from those Karens, dogs and humans. Down with Karens!"
I got up on the steps of the village hall, and began to holler into a megaphone.
"We need a dog park! Unfair to local dogs! We need a dog park!"
A Karen came along with her pooch, a three-legged and scruffy thing that was wearing a muzzle and pulling mightily at its leash. It, and she, wanted to kill me.
"I know you! You let your dog off leash on the trails! You are a CRIMINAL. A PUBLIC ENEMY. A DOMESTIC TERRORIST" she cried. She called the police.
This was only the beginning of my latest crusade.
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