Well, this was Razzle's second day at home. We took a walk (okay, I drove) down to freeway park -- rocks, dirt, rocks. How much did this thing cost, anyway? It is about as inviting as a gravel pit with railings -- come to think of it, it IS a gravel pit with railings. So, we'll try up to the Volunteer Park or the Grand Army of the Republic cemetery (the last century's first war-to-end-all-wars that we would NEVER forget).
Mo seems a lot more active; for a 15 year old Maltese, he's holding his own with the three year old Greyhound. So far. It is only two days. I live in constant terror something will go wrong, he'll run off, get hurt, etc. ad nauseum. Mo went in the backpack down the hill and then back up -- I was a mess.
Mo seems a lot more active; for a 15 year old Maltese, he's holding his own with the three year old Greyhound. So far. It is only two days. I live in constant terror something will go wrong, he'll run off, get hurt, etc. ad nauseum. Mo went in the backpack down the hill and then back up -- I was a mess.
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