A Walk In the Park

Today there were columns of steam coming up from under all the little hills bumping along the nearby park that fueled the morning of emptied night. There, Georgie and I on an early walk: In a foggy valley, Georgie stopped me so I could acknowledge his intimate business made public via steam. A quick kick of moist grass around a ripe mound later, then off we went. And wouldn’t you know? It was a dry afternoon come stumbling after to play in it. Who’s a good boy, Georgie? Is it you? Is it you? Yes! You’re my good boy, Georgie! Good boy! Good boy! (so read the caption on my Facebook & Twitter posts)