As so many of us do, he has developed arthritis and joint pain and can no longer walk to the dog park without needing to stop and have a drink. (In his younger days he zipped to the park and around it with all of his friends.)
Today when he gave me the mournful look to be with his friends, I put him in the back of the van and drove him less than one-quarter of a mile so he could see and be seen. The van is an older Mazda MVP where the back seats can be made into a bench that doesn't quite span the full length of the area.
Style. Comfort. Respect.
Not such a bad gift to give, is it?
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