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.