After an afternoon trolling around the Berlin Farmer's and Flea Market with Jamie, we did the unthinkable. Well, a few months ago it would have been unthinkable. But we took Gizmo to a nearby park that didn't have Billy Joel, but did have a dog park. Gizmo experienced his first dog park! Since it was enclosed, Gizmo was free to roam. That was good and bad. Good for safety, but bad because Gizmo is a huge wuss and was afraid of all the other dogs and tried to climb on my head to escape them. But since the sun was setting when we arrived, people left shortly after we arrived and Gizmo had a ball! Well, he ignored the actual tennis ball that I threw, but he had a ball in the metaphorical sense. Yes. Sure. Ok. Good times.
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