D.O.P.-T. (Thursday)

One day last week I was walking the dog past the park on the way home when we came upon a plump rat sitting—well, squatting—on the sidewalk. So that is what the dog has been after in that shrubbery. At least it isn't venomous snakes.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

The daycamps are really churning up the grass in the park. I parade past almost every day with an exuberant dog while they are playing an almost endless variety of games in two groups. One day they were rolling a huge beachball—looked to be about 6' diameter—up the slope of the circular lawn. Other times they have been doing inscrutable things with different-colored half spheres arranged in lines, or miniature orange traffic cones. The counselors are in yellow or black T-shirts and are very athletic.