First Dogtur then Dog Park!

So, the good thing about going to the dogtur is that it is usually followed by something fun.  This, of course, means They know I hate it, but They make me go anyhow. Something about how it is for my own good and when I have kids I will understand.  But I digress.  This time, the post dogtur treat turned out to be the dog park. Woo hooo!!!!! 

 

 

Hey, wait a minute.  Do I look frail, elderly or timid to you,  puppers? 
What is up with having to go on this side?  Is this because the dogtur accidentally called me a senior?  She also said I could stand to lose a couple of pounds and that means I should be on the BIG DOG SIDE, people.  This is not right!!!

Do I look like a "frail" dog to you, puppers?
I think NOT.

Even the best of us have to rest after a rowdy round of ball chasing.
Lying in the shade is not symptomatic of "slowing down" AT ALL.
Pffftttt.