The golden doodles had the same dad (a typically awkward and pretentious silver poodle). They had first met as puppies at the summer company picnic, and were reunited once a year at the same time and place: the weekend before Canada Day at a field in the industrial park that nobody seemed to venture into the rest of the year. They would immediately begin playing and wrestling in grasses that only smelled like there, while their human moms chatted about this and that… conversation that ventured through the fences of their typical office chat.