Michelle, Barley and I walked to pick up a few groceries for dinner last night. On the walk back, we passed the always crowded Binks and Michelle heard someone exclaim “Hey, there goes my dog’s brother!” Sure enough, it was Hank‘s owner. We’d discovered Hank on Dogster a while back and were startled by the similarities. We meant to meet to let the dogs play, but never got a chance too.
Oddly enough, they now lives in the area, so we’ll probably be encountering him at the dog park. Clam chowda.
It’s a little scary to think of two Barley’s out there.