Seeing as the weatherman lied and it was not raining, dog and man went for a long pad-about along the Bay. There was plenty for Nicki to sniff, but little for Rosco to shoot.
Rosco says he's shot enough mossy-rocks to last a lifetime and it's time to move. But the place has its advantages. There are more trails a dog can wag a tail at and the chow-providers are a decent lot... at least dogwise.
This is the kind of place where Animal Patrol apologetically and with an air of condemned despair tell people they really should leash their dogs; where dog people investigate the routes and hours of the Animal Patrol and where people know the names of other dogs but forget the names of their owners.
This is the kind of place where Animal Patrol apologetically and with an air of condemned despair tell people they really should leash their dogs; where dog people investigate the routes and hours of the Animal Patrol and where people know the names of other dogs but forget the names of their owners.
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| Riley (After Impromptu Bath in Bay) |
So it was today that we ran into Riley, a big shaggy SetterDoodle and his male chowprovider. The two dogs had a contest to see who could get muddier faster (Riley won) and the two humans had a contest to see which could remember the other's name first (neither).
Once home, Nicki took his "favorite-since-two-days-ago" deflated, soccer ball to bed and fell asleep until it was time to eat. What a life....
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