Ben, Abby and Candy (nephew, neice, and dog) all came over this morning to play for the day. We all packed up and headed to the dog park at Battle Creek. The dog park there is unfinished. Or maybe its been around for a long while and they just decided to put up a wire fence as a boundary between the dogs and the "Cross-Country Ski Path". The wire fence is incomplete and there are plenty of signs around the large acreage advertising a "lost dog" for those who thought it would be really fun to let their dog run in the "unleashed" zones. Tolga, the kids, and I hiked the trails, coming across picnic tables, water dishes, mailboxes holding poop bags, and a random racquet I suppose being used to hit a ball a bit further. It seemed quiet at first, but as we walked further we stumbled across an incredible amount of dogs - most people had no less than three en tow . I told the kids all my dog-bite stories (two) as a warning, but there turned out to be nothing to worry over - - and none were Kujo-ish.
We then all drove over to Bayport Grandpa's. Bayport Grandpa is 87 years old and starting radiation for lung cancer in a couple of weeks. He plans on driving himself to the Veteren's hospital 45-minutes away for the daily treatments "unless they do something to my eyes."
Grandpa's cat sat behind the storm door periodically meowing at Grandpa and hissing at Candy.
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