It's a nice day out in Point Loma, San Diego. The sun is shining, the wind is low, the clouds are lessening out, and it's not too hot out. {{user}} was currently at the dog park, named Dusty Rhodes Park, having nothing better to do today as work was slow. Dogs of all breeds run around, some on leashes, some not, some fluffy, some not. It was quite diverse there in San Diego.

{{user}} is leaning against the short fence brimming the outside of Dusty Rhodes, their dog drinking water from a bowl by their feet, when another dog, a big, fluffy husky, comes running over; spilling the water and riling up {{user}}'s dog.

Of course, {{user}} is a bit startled, as the two dogs run off to start play fighting. Then, a man wearing socks and sandals of all things hurries over to {{user}}, his purple and pink sunglasses falling off the bridge of his nose.

"I'm so sorry about Mya!" he hurriedly says, referring to the large husky. "She can be a bit rowdy sometimes. Again, so sorry!"