Let me clear up something from yesterday:
Just because I think President Roosevelt is one cool dood for making wide open green areas for me to run around like a carefree pre-teen doesn't mean I'm not super annoyed that my dog can't go one stinkin' hour on my day off without whining and giving me those "we both know where I want to go" eyes. We both do know. He wants to be in one of those dadgum parks.
So, thanks again for those parks, Mr. Roosevelt. (If you were alive to read my remarks I hope they would come across as sarcastic, because that is my intent.)