The weather has been so nice lately, I've been itching to go outside--go to a park or something. The itch gets particularly bad when I see people walking their dogs. That was a special daily ritual for Bear and I, and one I miss all the more now that he is gone.
Anyways, I said the other day, "I want to rent a dog and go play in the park."
Jon said, "What about Dwain's dog?"
"He's too much like a cat to count as a dog!"

Of course, we're prejudiced since we only saw him in the house, and witnessed only his house-behavior: perching on the back of a chair, huddling on Miah's lap, burrowing under the blanket.