Like natural clockwork, the first buds and fuzz of green appeared on winter's refeshed stalks. A brisk air and blue sky with billowy white clouds made for a perfect Spring day.
Nicki appears to understand that his favourite romping grounds has been closed off while it is degraded into a multi-use playground for humans. At least he didn't whine and chortle with uncontainable excitement when we drove by.
Instead we went to the little used dog park by the bay. The park is quite nice actually although it doesn't have a big hill to run up and down.
After balspieling for a while, i sat on an immense, petrified tree trunk that lay on the moist and spongy grass. Nicki sat next to me chewing his ball in an adjacent depression which was warmed by the sun's glow.
