So Berk and I went to the dog park as usual this sweltering morning and, not five minutes after we get there, he starts whimpering and pawing at the gate – something I’ve never seen him do before. So we leave, and he basically drags me home at a full clip the whole ten minutes. Just as we get to the doorstep, the sky splits open and a wicked thunderstorm emerges right on top of us. Vast sheets of rain and thunder so nearby I’m expecting a power outage any minute. It’s nice sometimes to have a PreCog dog.
Category: Berkeley
WWB…Walking While Black.
A councilwoman alleges canine racial profiling. Fortunately, Berk doesn’t have this problem, but it’s not as far-fetched as the detractors suggest. I’ve seen and heard about a number of dogs with these racial tics, particularly (and unsurprisingly) down south.