I came home from work today and the dog walker's note said that Parker was "dognapped" for the afternoon. Apparently he went on three walks, and two doggy playgroups. Needless to say, by the time I got here, he was pooped. It's really quite glorious to return from work and know that your dog had a fun filled day.
So we didn't hit the park this evening, because he didn't need the exercise. Instead, we went on a walk around the neighborhood and ended up in our backyard. At this time, someone decided it was time for a snack:
Really? Seriously? Does that taste good? 
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