But we didn't go right home. I took him to Harpers Ferry and after he got his usual ice cream cone from Sharon at the Swiss Miss (he goes nuts for ice cream), we went over to the C&O Canal to take the leash off and play some ball.
I tossed the ball for him for a while, and then he got tired and decided to take his ball and go lay down in the shade inside Lock #33, which is now long dry.
We were at an impasse for a while, as I wasn't about to go down there and he wouldn't come back up. So I left him to lay in the grass and play with his ball and I sat up on the old canal wall and read a few chapters from Ann Coulters' book "Treason".
Then when I was able to coax him back up out of the lock, we came back here and I spent part of the evening trying to figure out why one of my AR-15 rifles suddenly decided to stop chambering and extracting rounds and then I retired to the porch as the sun went down and finished the Coulter book while Lagniappe watched the neighbors' cats.
Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday.
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