My dog snatched a hot dog at the game, but rather than getting angry, the crowd reacted in a way that completely surprised me.
By the time the fourth inning rolled around, I’d completely lost track of the game’s score. My full attention was on Baxter, my golden retriever, who was loving every minute of Bark at the Park night. With his ears perked up, tail wagging like clockwork, and nose twitching from all the new smells, he was…