mister was reluctant then exultant. we had a quick dip as he has to go to the groomer. i wonder what he'll look like with the spots from his skin affliction. i guess i'm lucky i don't have spots all over. i'll show you (him) later. we came out and i was drying mister and the black dog who tried to kill mister came with his creepy human that kind of smiles without smiling or stares creepily like a receding dark wall. they see us and go around the fenced part then come right close anyway, the heavy pronged collar, the straining dog. he has not made any progress that way. he has to hold him around any other dog, and i think it must be him as we are the ones who must help the dogs be their best selves. some dogs may be born haters, but i don't think there are many, as with people, haters are made. so i'm quite calm, drying mister, feeding mister apple pieces drying my feet until they descend and we can leave.
we have to live with haters, they are all around, proliferating. it's hate that made america great, great as it is, it's not a new thing.