Saturday with Rafe

It was a nice afternoon (finally), so I decided to
take Rafe for a walk on one of the bike trails (a
former railroad bed that is now gravel and dirt,
running though fields).  We drove over to the starting
point, parked, and headed past the other cars toward
the trail.  A middle-aged couple were unloading their
bikes from the back of a truck, and she just watched
him coming and then said, “What a beautiful . . .
companion.”  Then she added:  “He is just too
beautiful to be called a dog.”  Rafe naturally went
over to them, kissed their hands (very politely, for
once, did not jump on them), and made friends.

Needless to say, we are now keeping him for at least
another week.