Wrapping up this past week, the mysterious train explosion continued to be a mystery. Happy Trail, possibly spurred on by some past failure or personal incident, goaded Mark into running across the platform with him, towards the exploding train to investigate it. Why? Perhaps a father-son fishing event seemed less exciting, especially as they had already missed half of it.
Anyway, as Mark and Happy trotted across the platform and Mark started taking photos of the wreck with his phone, a transit cop ran up behind them shouting that they did not have permission to take photographs and had to turn over the phone. Never mind that the cop’s demand is probably not even legal. In any event, quick-thinking (for a change) Mark tossed his phone-like charging case towards the transit cop to make him think Mark was obeying. Then Mark and Happy continued on their way, though it wasn’t clear where they were going at that point. Doesn’t seem likely they are going to get to “investigate” the exploding train. Still not sure why Happy thinks they could do this. Heck, the way this story is exploding in all directions, I would not be surprised if it turns out that Happy spent a few years in his early life as a railroad inspector and still has his badge and union card!
I’m not sure what the timetable is for this adventure, but while we wait for a connection, let’s train our attention on today’s nature seminar!

Okay, this looks like good advice for the family pooch. Of course, instead of buying booties (which I wonder whether dogs really like), why not just take Muffles down to the park or to a field to run around on some grass? As for soundproofing a room, I wonder if Mark bothered to price soundproofing tiles and similar add-ons? Whoof! Perhaps Mark only means to minimize outside noise. Certainly playing music or a movie could help. Put the music or movie on “Repeat”, since there are always fools who will shoot off their fireworks all night long.
Concerning the Sunday comic, we don’t have the luxury of walking our dog at certain times of the day when the temperature is nice. When he has to go, he has to go. We do have lovely dog-friendly parks and facilities in the neighborhood, but it takes a 5 to 10-minute walks to get there. Piling into the car is out of the question when the dog has to go. We live in the American Southwest and our lot is primarily gravel. We planted a 16×4 area of grass in our backyard for our dog to do… um,… his business.
Coincidently, our dog, a Great Dane-German Shepard mix is named ‘Rusty’.
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I reckon you must be in some kind of formal neighborhood where you just can’t let Rusty roam free. I’m sure Mark’s Rusty also longs to roam free.
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Yes, the community has a leash law, but we do have nice fenced-in dog parks where dogs can be unleashed and run free. Our backyard is also enclosed and he is free to roam there. I do take Rusty for walks on a leash, but sometimes he takes me for a drag as he weighs almost as much as me.
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