About Jorge

On a crisp autumn afternoon, the sun filtered through a mosaic of golden and crimson leaves that adorned the path of Riverside Park. I was thrilled to be dog walking that day, my companion being a lively golden retriever named Max. With his fluffy fur glinting in the sunlight and his tail wagging like a flag signaling joy, Max embodied pure enthusiasm. As we began our stroll, the smell of damp earth and fallen leaves filled the air, a snapshot of the changing seasons. Max seemed particularly enamored with everything around him; an inquisitive squirrel darting up a tree, the distant sound of laughter from children playing, and the rustling leaves briefly commanded his attention. His boundless energy was evident as he tugged at the leash, eager to explore every nook and cranny of this familiar terrain.