In A Public Fountain

Sir walked James to the fountain in the heart of the park. A group of teens was hanging out next to and around the fountain, and they laughed when they saw James.

"What's up with that guy?" One of the teens asked, gawking at James walking on all fours, covered in mud. "Looks like a total weirdo," another one of the pack chimed in. "More like a pervert," a third added.

James felt embarrassed at the attention, which made his tail wag. Sir paid no heed to the teenagers, instead helping James into the fountain. Sir took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started scraping mud off of James.

The teens continued to jeer. "Hey, pervs, this is a public park. No one wants to see your weird pet play." "You're getting the water dirty, dudes. Go home." "They probably don't have a home. This must be a highlight for them."

Sir continued to ignore the group, but James had too much. He turned to them and growled.

The teens were unimpressed. "Ooh, scary dog. What are you going to do, bite me?"

Sir could see James getting ready to lunge, so he finally intervened.