Also, note the time stamps on the images.
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A few minutes later a wet, muddy dog that had been playing in the water ran up to me and jumped up, smearing his muddy paws down the front of my pants.
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The owner of the following dog was a real sweetheart. I spotted a dog several hundred yards away from any dog owner. Its owner clearly hadn't a clue what the dog was up to. When I took out my camera to snap a photo a woman that was about 50 yards to my left screamed, "Put that f**cking camera away, asshole!" I just ignored her.
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Earlier in the morning, while standing in the woods of Payne Hill, three large dogs were bounding through the woodlands. Their owner was quite a distance from the dogs and didn't seem the least bit concerned about their activities. My experience this morning was extremely stressful and reinforced why I stopped going into the park in the mornings and late afternoons.
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