The temperature finally dropped here in Texas,
so mom and dad decided to take advantage of it.
So we..........drumroll please............WENT TO THE DOG PARK!
Our new house is about 15 minutes from here:
That's the "big dog" side. We're not going in there.
Everybody had the same idea, and the place was packed.
There's a regular side, and a "small dog only" side.
We went into the small dog side.
I have a big attitude, and mom was afraid I'd get into trouble.
One of the "big dogs". Yup, I could totally take him.
This was more our style.
He's even shorter than I am.
That's not to say there wasn't fun to be had.
Arnie loves, loves, LOVES the dog park.
He makes lots of friends, plays with everybody, and runs around like a fool.
All with a huge smile on his face.
Me, not so much. Notice the flat ears. I am NOT happy here.
I had just finally taken the big step to play chase with another dog,
and as I was running back toward mom, someone threw a ball,
and it scared me. Yikes!