Here's something cool: Master and I met Tom Sexton at the dog park this morning. Tom was Alaska's Poet Laureate in 1995 and he sure seems like a swell guy. But get this, the neatest part about this upright is his companion, an Airedale no less! Her name is Masey, and boy oh boy I sure do like Masey, and I think she digs me too. We're all going to try to continue meeting over there each morning. Max (pictured), my best friend, is usually there too.
How many Airedales does it take to dominate a dog park? Three baby, exactly three.