OK, I took a little poetic license, as we weren’t with George. But we were at a park this afternoon, enjoying the beauty of the day. My wife figured it would be nice to pick up some fast food for dinner and hit a park with the dog, so we did. We weren’t as well prepared as another family that was there, with their table cloths and wicker hamper full of goodies, and us with just our sacks full of McDonalds, but even McDonalds tastes better al fresco. Trooper, our dog, was just happy as could be since he had a whole new set of plants to pee on. He rapidly reached the point where he would only squeeze out a drop before moving on, although he took just as long to sniff out just where he wanted to go. The Fruit of the Murphy Loins were happy to be able to frolic and gambol across the grassy field with the dog, enjoying the rare mix of sunshine and delightful temperature (rare for St. Louis, that is). The Murphy Fearless Leader even got into the act, running with the dog until they were both winded and tired. Fortunately, the sun was sinking even faster, thus providing a good reason to leave without any awkward embarrassment.