Don't bother watching the dogs. Yes, they're frolicking and fighting, and occasionally fucking (doggy-style, naturally). This ain't Westminster, but the off-leash dog park on the shores of Lake of the Isles in Minneapolis has its share of budget-busting breeds. Your swaggering and snarling little Pomeranians, your shoulder-high Irish Wolfhounds, straight out of a 17th-century oil painting of the Fourth Earl of Dickwitch. It's a temporary colony the dogs form in this gated, two-acre patch of grass, wood chips, ice, and snow. A social club with a firm hierarchy of... More >>>
By Tony Nelson
Either I hump your leg or you talk to the lady with the plastic bag. Your choice.