Coconut Grove Chunk Recon

She eyed him, skeptically. Big dogs didn’t always mean to play rough, but she’d learned from a number of instances at the DogPark that they didn’t know their own strength. The biggest of big dogs were often so cumbersome that they didn’t play rough at all and when she considered his role-poly build, she decided to lump him in with the Newfoundlanders, and Saint Bernards. They were big- but they were chill.

Bernese Mountain Dogs? Humpers.

She rolled her expressive eyes and tiptoed closer, ready to spring back should he try and give her a smack with one of his paws. Each claw sank into the sand, and were longer than her paws. 

She clicked her teeth together, cueing him to lower his head more. Down, boy, She barked then, hoping he might at least know that command.