Dog Park Disaster

When my dad got me my new puppy Starr, he told me that it would be my responsibility to take her to the dog park. One afternoon, as I was sitting on a bench in the park, I realized that something smelled really bad. I got up and looked around, but couldn't see what was causing the stink. Suddenly, I looked down at my sneakers and realized that the stink was on me--I had stepped on icky, dog poop! I ran out with Starr and never wore those smelly shoes again. Ew!
-Amber, 13