Golden Dog

A worried looking man came up to me at a park and asked if I had seen a golden dog. He spread his arms out as wide as his torso in front of his chest to show me how large the dog was. I had not seen the dog. Neither had the passerby near me who was walking his own dog. 

As I walked out of the park and glanced behind me, I saw the man run back to his car. How much he must have loved the golden dog to look that worried. I wondered where the dog had gone off to. I imagined a golden dog running with his tongue flapping out of his mouth but could not imagine anything around him.