Homophobia screws with my day (and I screw with it back!)

So the weather was nice yesterday and I decided to take my boxer Peanut over to the quarry to walk and exercise and play with other dogs.  It's a beautiful place to take your dogs to here in Bristol.  It's an old quarry that's no longer used and the vegetation has been allowed to come back.  It's rocky but relatively flat which is awesome for those of us that hate hills.  Here's a pic I snapped back in the spring of 2009 - this shows maybe a 1/4 of the overall quarry:

I really like going there because dogs are allowed to be off leash and it's good for Peanut to be able to interact with and play with other dogs.

So back to yesterday.  Peanut and I were on our second big loop of the quarry when we met up with two twenty-something guys and their year old chow-mix pup named Bart (lol appropriately named after Bart the Bear).  As is typical at this park, we exchanged dog names but not people names.  Funny how that is- but it works for all of us.  Anywho, it turns out that they had just adopted Bart from the the pound, he was their housewarming