Had she been moved to take a dump I would have been there, the perfect valet, ready to leap into action with a plastic bag and take care of all her needs, as well as the needs of the next pedestrian to walk that way.
Cheyenne is actually quite well trained in that regard as she prefers to wander off into the bushes rather than to just let loose anywhere but the guiding principle here is that I have to keep my legs crossed till I find a loo, while for my Labrador the world's her loo, her bathwater, her refreshment.
There are those pesky pink Crocs again doing daily duty as actual usable footwear. These wheels fascinate me ever since I discovered a set can cost more than my Bonneville. That's the wheels without the tank attached to them.
Ooh! Look! Another Labrador!
And in the fullness of time Cheyenne stumped around Bahama Village far enough to come up behind the new courthouse which is now free of construction. The building on the right is the Freeman Courthouse which was designed and built at vast expense with no functioning lobby so jurors had to stand around in the fresh air waiting for the metal detector to approve their presence. Supposedly that small oversight has been repaired at a cost of $600,000. I should be an architect because that short coming became apparent to me the minute I was lined up across the parking lot waiting to get into the jury pool, and I have no experience designing buildings.