Took Pan out for another 5k walk this morning. (The elm tree a couple posts below was from that walk.) He seemed pretty pooped by the time we got home. On our evening walk Ondine and I discovered a festival in the park; instead of detouring around it we plunged right in, and despite squeaky strollers, running children, generators blowing air into bouncy castles, a miniature train with an annoying bell, and many loosely held hot dogs and sticks of cotton candy, Ondine didn't bat an eye and stayed right with me. Whosagooodgirl?