D.O.P.-T.

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More human silliness on walkies today: a plastic bag from a grocery store lying beside an AT&T equipment box, with a clamshell container full of chocolate-chip cookies inside it and another clamshell of cookies nearby. Luckily no loose cookies for the ambulatory stomach to engulf and poison herself on. (She did find another chunk of French bread in the park; we'd gone several steps before I saw it in her mouth, realized what that lightning-quick stop had been, and extracted it.)







Still trying the "closed eyes, she can't see me" trick; but peeking :-)