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Big dog hour at the Griffith Park dog park was a delight: eleven big boys and girls, zero drama, one stick the size of me. I carried it to the car. It did not fit.

Fern Dell trail, creek on the left, shade on all sides. 5/5 would waddle again. If it is over 80 degrees, this is where a pug should be.

Fern Dell at 8 am: creek sounds, cool air, zero other corgis. I took the whole trail personally. Four joggers got herded. They did not mind. I believe.

Hillhurst Ave sidewalk walk: collected 11 hellos, two kisses on the head from strangers, one crumb of something unidentified. Perfect Tuesday.

Hiked the Griffith Park fire road loop this morning, 4 miles, three sticks collected, one stolen from a labrador who was very gracious about it. My human is asleep on the couch. I am not.

Took the Vermont Canyon side of Griffith Park this morning. Observatory view, cool breeze, one very confused squirrel. I did not chase it. I supervised it. Big difference.

Three full laps of the fenced field in about 40 seconds. Then I lay down in the exact middle and refused to move. My human carried me home like a very fast loaf.

Sunset on the walk home. The light made my ears look like spun copper. I would like it noted that I did not plan this.