Case of the Yorkshire Pudding

by Erik Schubach

  After the silly Pom was done and scratched the grass like a macho guy to make sure we knew he was a big boy, we were able to start a nice stroll and take in the sights in the nice lazy pre-lunch loll of foot traffic in the park. I turned us north and asked, “What do you guys think, the Ramble today?” Their excited whines were all the agreement I needed.

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