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!!!!!
|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.