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We took Sherman to a new park today. This is one where he can run free. Turns out there's not a chance of his running away. He's far too insecure. He'd run off ahead of us, pelting full-tilt until there was a turn in the path. Not wanting to be out of sight, he'd turn around and rush back to us. A quick glance at one and the other, and then he'd wheel around and tear off to the next bend. We walked for over an hour, perhaps 2 1/2 to 3 miles, and Shermie did at least twice that. Small wonder, then, that this was him this afternoon:

Sherman Resting