Something was terribly wrong with the fountain in the park this evening. It's not a spectacular fountain as far as fountains go, but for some reason it couldn't seem to manage to do its job very well. Rather than offering ten or twelve jets that shoot up six or seven feet, it just sort of spat water out in a single frothy, burping mess which resulted in a churning, foaming pool that laid claim to much of the courtyard in which it sits as the centerpiece.
I didn't have a lot of time this afternoon as I had tickets to attend Sondheim's musical Company. As I was leashing Duncan up I told him, "We can't be out long so you better make this adorable." And although he had nothing to do with the condition of the fountain (although I wouldn't be surprised if Pip and Olive weren't the masterminds behind the entire affair), Dunc certainly delivered. From the moment we stumbled across it he was intrigued.
Eventually, after the chum has dispersed and things returned to normal, he was able to frolic and play and even joined several small children in splashing and cavorting.
Adorable indeed. And I wasn't even late for my show!