It’s been awhile, I know. Joy just keeps me hoppin’. Salt Lake. Portland. Leavenworth. San Fran. Most of those places had guide dog friends for me, though, so I’m not complaining.
Of course, on each of these trips, Joy planned a million things. She even tried to get me on a giant bicycle in Golden Gate Park that she called a surrey. It was terrifying! Thank goodness her husband talked some sense into her. i’ve always liked that guy, partly because he’s hairy like me, but mostly because he has common sense: you don’t fit a 60 lb dog on skinny bicycle seats..
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