From our visit to the park Saturday Morning: Parker sees an old friend.
I just missed catching him in his "no one can see me" crouch, in which he, a black dog with a wagging tail on short green grass, completely fails to surprise anything he thinks he's stalking.
Late correction, 12:45 CT: "Old" was exactly the wrong word for two reasons, now that I remember who was there. A 10-week-old golden retiever moved to the neighborhood recently; Parker met her for the first time moments after I took this photo. Unfortunately, Parker doesn't judge size terribly well, and he seems to think all golden retirevers weigh the same as his buddy Dexter (i.e., 42 kg). The puppy kept coming back for more, so I think Parker and she will get along fine.