mister's new ride. the dutch seem to believe in american ingenuity still, or the chinese made up the instructions, but after i bonked my head several times and calmed down, i figured it out, and went and got mister. he rode like a natural charioteer.

a smooth stroll through harold park, over spider bridge, and we're in out favorite element in our favorite place.

soul happy, seriously.

in younger days he liked to try to climb on my back, but now he's content to rest on my hand and lean into me.

he may not swim as far, but he follows me til i hold out my hand. 

he rests for a minute or so,

then leads me back to shore.