This sweet dog was tied to a rope outside of a museum in Lincoln Park yesterday, while his owners were inside. In a snowbank, no less. When enough of a crowd gathered around, he rolled in it, made snow angels, buried his face, got wet and stinky and had the
best time, glancing back every once in a while to see if anyone he knew was coming to fetch him. I hope they eventually did, but cannot imagine leaving my dog tied anywhere I wasn't and trusting he'd be there when I returned.
