A walk in the park.
A day devoted to relaxation. We drive Molly to the park at Villa Borghese. On our visit to the gallery we noticed it was the place Romans walked their mutts. I use the term walked in its loosest interpretation. They relax and chat under the shade of trees while their mutts lie and scratch, roll on their backs and sniff the occasional bum. Molly exploded this sylvan revere with a couple of high energy chase me chase em’s. Though soon enough she succumbed to the heat, another 40o day, and lay scratching with the best of them.
