Come rain or shine... or the damn flu... The Dog must be walked. And, what a gorgeous day to head on down to the scuzzy park at the Metro subway station. Neither one of us was feeling particularly philosophical, but the sun felt good and that is where we stayed...
This nylon jacket feels so good!!!
What is that thing he is pointing at me? Dogs cannot say... Cheeeeezzze!!!
Oh! There!!! That's the spot. You don't mind if I lean on you?
Another five minutes, please!
Come on Dog! Let's for Home. Gads.
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