It's six in the damb morning and Sammy wants to go to the park. Nothing unusual about that; we go every morning. It's my way of unwinding after a night's work down at the ol' electron factory.
It's just a couple blocks away. There's an oval track and we circumnambulate that rascal, with Sammy watering the flora every so often. Truth be told, I will sometimes splash a tree myself, just to keep him company. Hell, there's no one around. We're guy-bonding, dammit!
There's something about the peace of that park, and Sammy's unsullied, innocent curiosity in investigating its denizens (both flora and fauna), that provides me with a wonderful sense of perspective. Sammy doesn't give a rat's ass how my day went. It's goin' just fine right now, and that's all he cares about.
Dogs is smart.
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Good ol'Sammy. I like Sammy. No apparent neuroses.
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