Subjected to scandalous conditions

    The bluff these days is a war zone, filled with sharp prickly pieces of straw, foxtails, and burrs that get stuck in my paws and make walking painful.

Is it any wonder that as soon as I get there I seek shelter on a concrete bench pad?

    The place is an arid wasteland right now.  It's a disgrace that dogs are expected to congregate under such conditions.  I demand sod.  Or possibly personally-fitted booties.

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[Thomas]

atrocious!