My Person sings me a song. She made it up herself and she calls it Dog Park. It goes something like this:
"Dog park, dog park
Dog park, dog park
Dog park, dog park
Dooooooooog park!"
What this ditty lacks in grace, imagination, variation or lyricism, it makes up in being short and to the point. This makes me happy. And what else makes me happy is that she sings it before we go to - you guessed it - the dog park!
And here I am now, fresh from a chorus or two of our favorite song and ready to run my little red heart out.
After this it will be time to head home for the evening meal. I can feel another song coming on:
"Super supper, super supper...."
I bet you know the rest!
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