When it
rained the day before I take Willow to Woof Park in Woodstock. At Woof Park the whole fenced-in area is
covered with layers of wood chips. At the
Sweat Mountain Dog Park that we normally go to it can get muddy after a rained
(think clean car seats).
As this
morning, there is a regular size dog of some kind with rich-chocolate brown
long curly hair that is usually there
with his master.
The dog
loves catching and chasing a chewed up green Frisbee he carries around with
him. Every time that I am there he comes
directly to me and drops it at my
feet. Of course, my job is to send that
Frisbee flying and scaling the wind waves.
This morning
I told his owner that I think he always picks me because he knows he won't have
to run so far or jump so high.
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