K's own version of Croquet which morphed into a game of knocking the balls into the bushes for Richard to find. Much merriment ensued.
"A puppy!"
Bocce
Yum!
He may be eyeing me a bit warily, because he wasn't thrilled by the hot sauna or jumping to me into a cold pool. So now I may be associated with uncomfortable extremes of temperature.
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