When life gets you down, it's always a good idea to get outside and just have some downtime. Until today, Wendy had believed that was an infallible truth of the world. Unfortunately, her dear little dog had chosen this crappy day to turn into a demon. The mousey haired girl was currently chasing her scruffy little terrier around the park in an effort to get it to drop that god damn football. She was slightly amazed that a dog that was barely the size of an average house cat was able to carry such a thing in its mouth, but apparently he had taken care of that issue by puncturing the ball quite promptly. Almost forgotten now was the boy crying to his dad about the horrible doggie. Right now, Wendy just wanted the ground to swallow her up...or Bruno. That would do her just fine. After a while the diminutive dog seemed to grow bored of charging around like a lunatic, casually depositing the ball in the grass, trotting back to his owner, sitting in front of her and happily gazing up at her. Usually that cheeky expression might have been enough to melt Wendy's heart, but not today. Instead, she simply clipped him back on the lead and finally returned to the people whose ball had been quite thoroughly destroyed by the plucky terrier. Harsh words were given, followed by profuse apologies and enough money to buy a replacement.. Once this was done, Wendy headed deeper into the park, finding herself sitting on a bench once she was out of sight of anyone that might have seen the whole debacle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling even more stressed than when she had first come out. At least whatever had been causing her such stress earlier had been forgotten. Maybe that was what Bruno had been trying to do all along. Why worry about the important stuff when a little critter can so easily turn you into a villain? Of course, none of it mattered, Wendy still wanted to strangle the dog and then go play in traffic. And now it had started raining. This day just got better and better.