MY DOG STOLE A HOT DOG AT THE BALLGAME, BUT INSTEAD OF GETTING MAD, THE CROWD DID SOMETHING I NEVER EXPECTED
We were halfway through the fourth inning, and honestly, my attention was more on keeping Baxter comfortable than tracking the scoreboard. It was “Bark at the Park” night, and my golden retriever was in his element—ears perked, tail wagging nonstop, and nose twitching at every new scent. Fans kept stopping to greet him, and he…