What I thought was going to be a short, but scenic walk in the park turned out to be a long afternoon of doggie pageantry, which was totally fine by me. Fall foliage or cute canines competing for best costume? I’ll take the latter any day.
Bob and I were seated on the park benches, while the dogs strutted up and down the path with their owners. I think I must have said, “Aw, so cuuuuute!” a few hundred times in my special high-pitched voice I use only when speaking or referring to animals.
Everyone went home with free biscuits, except for us because we were the misfits sans a dog. Sad face.