When we visit The Rock, we climb up on it and our vantage is far and our vantage is good. And we are Kings and Queens like at no other time. And today, because the leaves had fully dropped, we could hear as far as we could see and maybe further. And we heard these two dogs approach from far away and forever, and we listened as they made their unsuspecting tread along the trail, crunching ice and talking loudly about the dire lack of birds. And we waited to pounce on them and then punch them in the face and show them our butts. Until right before they got there, when the Bald Man leashed us and ruined the whole goddamned thing.