Oh, Henry

It took me twenty minutes to collect Henry and leave the dog park. He lay in the shade, not moving a muscle, for over an hour until I approached with the leash. Then, he suddenly decided to run away from me and lay in a different spot. He ran away at my every approach. Most of the folks in the park watched me chase him unsuccessfully. One of the deadbeats, red-headed George, snickered. The cuter deadbeat probably would have laughed, too, but he had already left with his obedient chocolate and black-colored dogs. After I gave up and walked sulkily toward the gate, Henry trotted up behind me, panting near my ankles. His doleful eyes smirked, Just kidding.