We took Elaine to a dog park today for the first time since she could walk. And it was her first time to Marymoor ever. She clearly feels that an off-leash dog park is her ideal environment, and she knows that she should be cavorting, freely, like all the other dogs. Of course, most of the other dogs can walk twenty paces without falling down.

Her favorite dog there was a large, white American pit bull terrier. Elaine made some very convincing arguments in favor of trading Trudy for this shiny, white replacement. Mostly they consisted of reaching in the dog's direction, crying out for it, and pointing furiously. Fortunately, Elaine didn't seem too disappointed when we left with the same dogs we arrived with.