John says Goose is good with every dog. So we make a doggy date. He lives a block away. Wendy walks us partway there and lo and behold there's a woman with two dogs in the median. one is tiny the other about the size of Baxter. Might as well. Can my dog meet your dogs? i ask. Sure the woman says, and walks over. Tail up! Body wags. Happy sniffs of butt and noses. Baxter is thrilled. He has probably never seen dogs outside of beagles. He doesn't try to hump. First strange dog hello! Have you lived here long, the woman, who introduces herself as Miriam and says she's been on this block for 15 years says. 20 years, I say. But you know, first dog. yes, it's the dogs, she says. A foster i say. IT's never just a foster, she says and wendy laughs and says yes. A foster, I repeat.
Goose leaps across the road. Dog heaven! Baxter is once again tail high ears forward, not believing his good fortune. we walk to the dog park and john schools me on dog park ettiquette. okay to have a dog with balls as long as he's leashed. nicer not to but.
show him how to poop John tells Goose but goose bounds off, a rescue dog herself, and the happiest dog I've ever seen. there's some playing but it's not the same on a leash. sorry baxter i say. they run alongside then split off to different smells. we get a small marking from baxter. duck hearts all around!
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