I think this was Arthur's first trip to the local dog park, a nice big space in Westchester. We'd tried to take him to a smaller park in Santa Monica, but some uppity residents insinuated that if we didn't live there, we shouldn't be there. Whatever. In Westchester, things were a lot more egalitarian, and even though Arthur was still a skinny puppy, he got to play with the big dogs in the big dog section. He ran around so much, it was hard to keep track of him. I really like the "flying" picture where all his paws are off the ground.
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