No Kentucky Derby here.
From one dog to another, I’m glad for a romp in the park. Today, I raced around in circles for no good reason. Dog parks make four-legged guys like me happy. A dash from room to room just doesn’t compare with a freewheeling frolic. I met a new old guy who invited me for a frisky chase. He tired quickly so then I was off on a treasure hunt, sniffing the lawn.
He didn’t introduce himself. And neither did I. After a bow, he did some fancy jumping for an old dog.