A Day at the Park

I took my camp chair down to the Great Miami River again this afternoon. A dog walker I saw the last time appeared again. His pooch was unmistakable, though I wouldn’t have been able to pick the man out of a lineup. lol Seeing them approach today I spoke up.

“What a beautiful dog. Is that an Irish Wolfhound?”

“Yes,” he answered, seeming delighted.

“Can I come say hello?”

Heartily encouraged by the man, we two had a lovely nose to nose meeting with me scratching behind those soft floppy ears. Unfortunately I forget the three year old pup’s name and also failed to ask if he’s a show dog. I hope we’ll meet again.

Don’t even the healthiest and well cared for dogs often receive too short a life span? Did you know commonly bred pet store ferrets suffer the same fate, often succumbing to cancer?

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