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
