Brenda stormed into the dog park, her Pomeranian, Princess, tucked indignantly under her arm. "Excuse me!" she shrieked, her voice cutting through the playful barks and tail wags. "I demand to speak to the manager!" A group of dog owners exchanged bewildered glances. "Ma'am," one of them said cautiously, "this is a dog park. There's no manager." Brenda scoffed. "Well, someone needs to be in charge! That monstrous beast nearly ripped Princess's ear off!" Everyone followed her gaze to a drooling, slobbery Saint Bernard puppy, playfully wrestling with a golden retriever. The puppy, startled by Brenda's outburst, let out a whimper and retreated behind its owner's legs. "He's just a baby!" the owner protested. "And Princess, she's the one who started it! She was yapping at him!" Brenda bristled. "Yapping? That's an insult to my Princess! She's merely expressing her displeasure at his... his... BOORISH BEHAVIOR!" A collective groan went through the park. "Look," one of the dog owners said, trying to keep his voice calm, "dogs play rough. It's how they socialize. If you want a tea party, you should have gotten a cat." Brenda gasped. "A cat? Never! Cats are... common. Princess is a princess, and she deserves to be treated as such!" Just then, Princess, apparently sensing an opportunity, wriggled free from Brenda's grasp and trotted over to the Saint Bernard puppy. The puppy, tail wagging furiously, licked Princess's face. Princess, to everyone's surprise, responded with a happy bark and began playfully nipping at the puppy's ears. Brenda watched in stunned silence as her precious Pomeranian engaged in a good old-fashioned dogfight. Finally, she turned to the assembled dog owners, her voice a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "Well," she muttered, "I guess even princesses can have a little fun." And with that, she stormed out of the park, leaving behind a trail of bewildered laughter.