Took the woofer to a new park on Saturday

His (speculated) birthday was on Friday, we believe him to be 11 so I got him two new balls and chased him around the house with them. At the park he promptly bullied the owner of a throwing claw into flinging balls for him and had the BEST TIME EVER.



He was pretty stunned when we got home and I broke out the doggy painkillers. He spent the afternoon and evening either slumped on various soft things or hobbling stiffly around looking sad. I figure it was worth the sheer glee of the park earlier.

I also found this photo of him on my phone from back in June when it was too cold to be happy ;p