Mom, dad, and I went out for a midday play session in the park. It's still pretty darned hot here in Los Angeles, but for some reason I had boundless energy. Just not a lot of concentration, apparently.
I'd run for the Hurl-a-Squirrel time after time as dad threw it, but I'd always lose track of where it was headed and run off in the wrong direction. That's when the real fun began, as I'd get excited to find where it could possibly have gone.
I blame it on the heat. Couldn't possibly be anything else...
(Filthy tongue, happy dog!)