Embarrassed at the doggie park. I get in a fight (sort of) and Arrow runs free as a bird.
My owner mom drags me around by the leash and he laughs. Show-off.
Arrow is the social director. He smells all the tails, big and small.
He likes everyone. I am just a more discriminating.
He has a blast while they yank me sideways as if I am a rabid pit bull (No offense intended to the pit bull reading this. Some of my best friends are pit bulls.)
But I don’t throw up in the car and do gross things on the rug.