What... my very own bone...

Zoe and i went to the dog park this morning... it's really the only place i feel comfortable letting her off lead.... this is a particularly nice dog park, in the east end of London (Ontario!), probably a couple of acres of wild bush and trails, totally enclosed. This is a poor substitute for the freedom she has when we're at Big Hill.... we both miss our life at Big Hill - she misses the wild freedom and rabbits she chases, and Sherlock (Terry's dog!) ... and i miss ... just everything, especially Terry!

There are 3 of these big bone seats in the park.... pretty cool i think!