Macho didn't always like the park. Until recently Macho would get bored if the park was full of "ball dogs." You know the type, the uppity dogs whose only wish is to fetch it's master's balls. As you may have guessed, Macho is not a "ball dog."
Until recently, the "ball dogs" did not give Macho the time of day. When he would want to play, the "ball dogs" would just growl at him. The "ball dogs" dismissed Macho as weak for not sharing in their "ball dog" games. Big mistake.
Macho has now developed the habit of waiting for a "ball dog" to secure the ball, then sprint towards the "ball dog," and launch himself at the "ball dog" like a NFL linebacker on PCP. The force of the collision is fierce. Ball is dislodged from "ball dog." "Ball dog" gets up startled. Macho calmly continues his business, which does not include picking up the ball.
To the left, you can see Macho's disappointment when he sees some "ball dogs" coming to the park just as its time to leave. After this picture, Macho told me that, "those "ball dogs" got some bark, but not much bite." I'm guessing you'll meet a lot of dogs like that Macho.
Those of you who have been following this blog from the beginning know Cinco de Macho is the holiday of the year. This year, Macho went all out. He spared no expense. His clothes, hair, and attitude was perfect. He couldn't tell you what he did, but he can tell you whatever it was totally rocked.
