Below is a picture of him riding with his partner in the "Race". I see he has replaced me, as I would normally be lagging about 10-20 feet behind him with my tongue hanging on the ground...
Back on the home front, there's a magical device that's appeared in the pterodactyl's room. It's amazing... instead of making him go outside to do his business, they let him go right there while holding him. I remember trying this as a young pup, but I was immediately scolded and sent outside to the cold, harsh yard to get it done. Once he's done, I always hang around for the changing of the smelly thing into which he poos. It's awesome, they wrap it up into a little ball and put it the device pictured below and it eats them. My super-sensitive dog ears hear a little fan pop on and I detect the sweet scent of carbon filtered poo emanating from it's bowels. The owners marvel at how they can't smell any foul thing coming from it, but their human noses are weak... just like their minds.
