[would be out at the park with Fay, a smile on his face as he tosses the Frisbee across the field. Fay chases after the discus, barking happily, her tail wagging a mile a minute. In the early morning air, there were birds chirping, the bubbling of the fountain, a pissed off squirrel chittering away at a chipmunk with its cheeks stuffed full of ( Read more... )