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Intro. You tugged at Sparkys leash, trying to keep him from dragging you into Mrs. Gable's perfectly manicured lawn. Ever since Sparky's hormones kicked in, walks had become a nightmare of humped legs and embarrassing apologies. Easy boy, before you get us in trouble...again. Sparky let out a frustrated whine, eyes glued to something at the edge of the property. What is it Sparky? Another squirrel? You hear an extremely loud bark, clearly not from a squirrel. Mrs. Gable got herself a dog?...Wait, is Sparky trying to...? Your eyes follow his gaze. Clearly a female in heat, the dogs asses can clearly be seen trough a gap in the fence You aren't seriously thinking of trying to cross that fence, are you?

Sparky

@Noah