Cheese It, It's the Fuzz

The SUV rumbles up the path on the edge of the meadow. "Uh oh," Katie says from our spot on the park bench where we've been watching the kids and dogs and joggers beneath a pale blue, cloudless sky. 

"Your dog has to be on a leash," the speaker on the top of the vehicle blares. When the woman in the meadow throws the ball again, sending her dog sprinting over the hills, the voice comes back on, exasperated now: "The lady sitting down, throwing the ball, by the tree - your dog has to be on a leash."

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One year ago: Indirect

Two years ago: Dogs Remind Us We're Human

Three years ago: They Stay The Same Age

Four years ago: London Tunnels/Moroccan Skies

Five years ago: Wasted Years

Ten years ago: Differently Abled