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So I’m at Zoka sitting outside doing some work.  And over the sounds of my iPod, I hear 3 dogs growling about 10 feet away.   The 2 owners, a man and woman, sit chatting with each other, while these 3 dogs, all on leashes held by the 2 owners, continue to snarl. 

Some minor scrapping ensues.  More snarling.  Then major scrapping with teeth and fur flying.  And the owners look on in surprise. 

After a brief separation, they put them all back together again, and more scrapping.  Another separation, and now the owners are talking the dogs through a peace accord, like either canine understands or cares.  I honestly think this could go for hours – and these dogs are still not going to get along how much the owners want them to.

Given that this is Zoka, the offical furthest left spot in the city, this might be a metaphor for something. 

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