Ah,
the early morning Sunday walkie. I must always insist that we go for a
long one, as during the week mama has to go to that work place she
spends way too much time at. Long walkie + summertime temperatures =
thirsty Dale.
Yep, Philadelphia understands a dog's needs for a little refreshment.
I
prefer when mama remembers to bring my water bottle along. Then I can
drink as I please. Whenever or wherever I please. But sometimes on
these early Sunday mornings, she forgets. I know that it's early and
that she's tired, so I just look at her with my big, brown eyes to make
her feel a little teensy bit guilty and then direct her toward the
fountain.
Cool and delish. Hits the spot.
Love,
Bogart
