How to Train Your Dog

    Sarah was sitting on a park bench, reading a book. She was just getting to an interesting chapter, and could hardly wait to read about how the juvenile teenage male protagonist would win over the female love interest. As she eagerly turned the pages, Sarah was faintly aware of a dog running around the bench she sat on.
    The dog was excitedly barking as it scampered around in the grass. Sarah wasn't much of an animal expert, but looking up at the dog, she recognized it as a small Golden Retriever. A cute little thing; Sarah didn't think she had ever seen one that small. The dog hurried over to where Sarah sat, and began sniffing at her legs. Giggling a little, Sarah folded the book and leaned over to pet the dog.
    The dog's teeth clamped on her short, pink skirt, and tugged. Sarah was surprised for a moment at what the dog had done, but then it turned, ran over toward a tree, and then came back again, so Sarah assumed it wanted her to follow.
    "Alright," Sarah giggled, "Do you want to play fetch?"
    "Hey!" Sarah turned to see a man running toward her. She noticed the dog looked up at the man's shout, and knew this man was the dog's owner.
    "Is this your dog?" Sarah asked.
    "Yeah," The man said as he came to a stop.
    "Cutie," Sarah said. The dog came over to her again, sticking his tongue out in a heavy pant. Sarah bent over to pet it again, and then the dog leaped forward. There was a loud ripping sound, and the dog hopped away from Sarah clutching a large pink piece of cloth between its teeth. The man gasped, and Sarah felt her face go red. She looked down, and would have screamed, but her voice died in her throat.
    The dog had ripped away her skirt, exposing her blue panties. Sarah quickly realized it was the pair with a red waistband and, to top it all off, red polka dots. Possibly the most embarrassing undies she owned, so of course these were the ones exposed to the entire park. Sarah's face went even a deeper shade of red, and for a moment she had a ridiculous impulse to run back to the bench before she realized that wouldn't help at all.
    The man looked down at her panties before quickly looking back up. His face went light pink, and he shouted at his dog.
    "Come here!" The man ran after his dog, leaving Sarah standing alone in nothing but a bright green shirt and panties. Sarah tried to cover herself with her hands, but still felt people staring below her waist. She felt her face burning, even worse than the time she lost her clothes in a locker room back in high school. At least it was only in the locker room back then, now it was in front of an entire public park!
    The man succeeded in tugging Sarah's skirt back from his dog, who barked excitedly and continued running around.
    "I am so sorry about that," The man said, hurrying back to where Sarah stood. His eyes wandered down to her polka dots before he quickly looked back up. "If I can make it up to you in any way..."
    "It's fine," Sarah said. Now that she was looking, the man seemed... quite handsome actually, "Maybe make it up to me with dinner sometime..."
    The man's eyes widened, and his mouth stretched in a grin. "Yeah, okay. That sounds good!"
    "Yeah, but... um... one thing..." Sarah said.
    "What is it?"
    Sarah reached out her hand. "Can I have my skirt back?"