... if not the perfect outcome to the evening (Canada lost the World Junior Hockey Championship to Russia). But, before that:
I spent an hour with my pup at the dog park.
He played with another pup - wrestling and jumping and, ahem, humping. There was a not-so-nice incident with a ball in which Boomer accused the other pup of stealing (when, in fact, it was me). But, all was forgotten quickly and the two were back to the afore mentioned games.
And then, there was the odd little boss of a bulldog, who discovered his hilariously-muffled super quiet bark only after hearing my hardcore hound-of-a-dog's BOOMing bark reverberate around the park (according to his owner, at least). The owner was more than unimpressed with the hardly raucous bulldog, but I for one would gladly let my dog bark nonstop if that was the volume on it. Seriously, you could hear crickets (if there were any in these parts in the dead of winter).
And finally, what visit to the dog park these days is complete without a labrador 'something or other' snatching up my mitten and bolting across the park. At least, this time, I got it back unharmed (and with countless apologies from the very nice owner).
After all of that excitement, a little dinner date with my guy at a local pub, complete with beer, a burger, and a hockey game.
Except for the 5-3 final (for the other guys), this night couldn't have been any better.