When my dad got me my new puppy Starr, he told me that it would be my responsibility to take her to the dog park. One afternoon, as I was sitting on a bench in the park, I realized that something smelled really bad. I got up and looked around, but couldn't see what was causing the stink. Suddenly, I looked down at my sneakers and realized that the stink was on me--I had stepped on icky, dog poop! I ran out with Starr and never wore those smelly shoes again. Ew!
-Amber, 13
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Dog Park Disaster
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