Fozzie came with me on a five mile run through Seahurst Park. At one point, there was a log across the trail. He could have gone over or under. He jumped up on the log and then waited for me to take his picture. He has become accustomed to having his picture taken on rocks or logs or sculptures because I’m always telling him to hop up on something. Of course, I took his picture, and then we continued with our run.
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