It was 80 degrees today, so we figured we should go to the park. Leash time!

We piled into the car and were off.

Ah, the park. A place for the doggies to run and frolic and explore...

...And eat grass.

And eat grass.

And eat grass.
And eat grass.

What is up with this grass?

Is it magically delicious?


Hardly.

Maybe if I found a toy, I could distract them. A pine cone perhaps?
Or a stick. All dogs like sticks.

In hindsight, I probably should've tried a smaller stick.

I gave up. Time to go home anyway.

Max obviously forgot to wear a bib. He knows how to take a bath, right?

When we got home, he had to wash down his "meal".

...Which she proceeded to eat.

Oh well, I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Love you!



























