...then you should head over to the Cedar Bark Park. It cures all blues.
Guaranteed.
(I especially recommend a lovely Saturday afternoon, as the chance of seeing even more dogs acting ridiculous is even greater)
"Hello I'm Pete, what is your name? I can smell it now."
We don't tend to let Pete go on the side with the pond. He was crying to go over there in the first picture. If there were less dogs maybe. He tends to become an even worse listener on the pond side... Although it was hilarious that one time Mike threw him off the dock!
"Hello" "Hello"
This is my boss.