Today we went to the dog park, where I met this nine month old Great Dane named Zack. I wasn't quite sure what to think of him at first. I'm used to being the big one; and to think only nine months old! After he put his paws up on Hannah's
shoulders I realized he was just the sort of friend for me. I also like to jump. We played together for almost the whole run through the park.
Gromit came along too.
This was his first visit to the dog park, and he had to wear his silly coat. He spent the first while cowering between Daddy!'s feet, or Hannah's, or running back to Mom. I didn't pay much attention to him at the park, not when there was a Dane to play with, but the conversation in the truck on the way home seemed to suggest he had kept up well.
I snoozed the rest of the afternoon, before helping Daddy! reinstall the weather stations, then shovel the back walkway. My helpfulness should earn me a night with the best spot on the big bed.