The week-long house arrest finally came to an end. Dagon’s neuter-wounds had healed up nicely. We were ecstatic. The words “dog park” never sounded more beautiful.
As luck would have it, all the usual suspects were there: Lobo, a big black mutt with some shepherd ancestry; Max, an 85kg great dane; Rooster, a goofy fox-looking thing.
Of course, no reunion would be complete without my dog park nemesis in attendance, but that’s a story for another time.
At any rate, it’s good to get out again.