Perhaps it should be renamed Foxhound Park.
A 4-minute drive from the house, because everything requires driving here is the pretty Founders Park. Several afternoons each week I’ve been taking CTF there for the afternoon constitutional; though we have a perfectly lovely, and good-for-the-thighs hilly neighborhood, most of the four-pawed are behind cruel electrical fences so there are few meet-and-sniffs. At the park the scene is a more familiar one to him.
Always in the lead but rarely knowing to where he is “leading.” That’s our Foxhound.
A branch of Turkey Creek runs through the park, so you know what that means.
On our most recent visit park workers were installing holiday lights and Christmas trees. Of course, the perfect finishing touch should be a tiny Christmas market…