We went to the dog park today, and the nasty coat of ice had been replaced by a blanket of snow. Cinn hardly noticed the cold dusting because she met up with two new friends. Buddy, a medium sized mutt, played fetch with his owner and Frisco, a tiny four month old puppy ran about. Cinn and Buddy sniffed one another before going about their business. Frisco, however, was intent upon playing with my far bigger dog.
They ran about together for a few seconds before I realized that something was wrong with Frisco. He would run, go sideways, and then stumble. His owner, a teenage girl, was totally unconcerned. She saw me looking, and told me that he had been born four months ago with serious brain damage. The vet told her that he would never be able to run and play, so she was very happy with that he had not been correct.
Cinn was great with the little guy. They ran and bowed and wagged and barked, and all the while she was careful not to run over her tiny friend. As always, Cinnamon demonstrated that she holds all of the important qualities that a being can posess.
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