MY DOG STOLE A HOT DOG AT THE BALLGAME, BUT INSTEAD OF GETTING MAD, THE CROWD DID SOMETHING I NEVER EXPECTED
By the fourth inning, I had completely lost track of the score. My attention was locked on Baxter, my golden retriever, who was soaking up every second of Bark at the Park night. With his ears perked, tail wagging like a metronome, and nose twitching from sensory overload, he was the center of attention. People ...