Blogging on a rainy night. Parker spend the day in the midst of his admiration society on Church Street. He soaks up admiration as his due. He is a fond of strangers stroking his golden fur and
he shines even brighter when they remark on his special ness being the most handsome of golden retrievers. When I was gone to NYC Parker stayed with his dog family Crangold Kennel and played with the show bitches. He had a grand time, I could tell, as he hardly missed me.But two days later we are a team again. And he is chewing his nylabone at my feet.

The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens

I thought a walk in Brooklyn at the botanical gardens would be boring for a Vermonter. But I was enchanted at the sight of the roses lined up lush and in multitudes like armies of petals pushing color to the frontal lobes of our brain. The senses after the overload of darkness of nyc subways and then roses like royalty in formation of delicacy and color that is rich because of the sheer number of them.
Then the Japanese gardens looking mysterious and peaceful. The Koi fish huge and responding to the human voices above them by swarming about each other and slapping lacy tails. The turtles on stone islands with their small heads reaching out.