Late night tableau

I just heard a man screaming at the top of his lungs, shrieking into the night. I ran to the window to stare down at the street. It was silent for a second, but as my ears continued to strain, I could suddenly hear vague things about a dog.

Then a man saying: "Sorry about that, man."

Then he comes into sight. A slim drunk man in a tight white t-shirt and jeans, walking a loop-d-loop with his dog on a leash. Lord only knows what horrible activity the dog had just completed, but the funny part was the drunk owner with a lit cigarette in his hand, back all hunched, arms up, paused for a second, hovering, squinting down at his dog intensely: "What the fuck are you doing, man?" He talked to that dog like a friend who had fucked up big time. Then he'd get all geared up to resume his zig-zagging along but would stop again to stare at that dog: "What the fuck!" The dog did not know what to say.