The parking lot was full when we pulled into a nearby park this afternoon. Several white picnic canopies were arranged over at the edge of the fields, and speakers were pumping out upbeat music from the bandstand. To be honest, the mostly African American crowd was an unusual sight for this semi-rural little hamlet, but the mini-buses labeled "Trenton Pentecostal Church" sort of explained the unexpected diversity, and reminded me that nothing is really very far away from anything in New Jersey, where suburbs melt effortlessly into farms, and almost every east-west road includes a bridge over the turnpike.
A group of five little kids led by a boy of perhaps 10 or 11, stood wide-eyed as we unloaded the dogs for the walk we were there to take. First out was Odie, a springy little miniature schnauzer who bounced to the end of his leash.
"Whoa! A dog!" said one of the children in utter surprise.
"Wait until you see the next one!" Heidi told the little girl.
The group gasped in surprise as Lucy bounded out of the station wagon with her typical tada! flourish.
"Okay," said the leader, stepping in front of his charges and spreading his arms, "which one bites?"
A group of five little kids led by a boy of perhaps 10 or 11, stood wide-eyed as we unloaded the dogs for the walk we were there to take. First out was Odie, a springy little miniature schnauzer who bounced to the end of his leash.
"Whoa! A dog!" said one of the children in utter surprise.
"Wait until you see the next one!" Heidi told the little girl.
The group gasped in surprise as Lucy bounded out of the station wagon with her typical tada! flourish.
"Okay," said the leader, stepping in front of his charges and spreading his arms, "which one bites?"
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