i didn't take any pictures this morning. just looking. we walked the busy street where the dentist with the dog biscuits is. the bowl was sitting on the table inside and i was luring mister on with apple pieces when the dentist came out with milk bones apologizing sweetly. then i lured him on with apple pieces. it's not all about the treats i said. what is it about he said. just kidding, i know it's about everything, including thank goodness treats. i spoke with a fellow clyde who said i just love your dog. i said thank you. often i don't explain he's not mine, it seems an arbitrary distinction. it doesn't matter, does it? it's just a lucky thing.